I clomb the pole to make them mine.
The Young Witch.
For apples your sire in Paradise
And primal dame had longing eyes:
And, if your eyes are wise to see,
You’ll find such apples on my tree.
Mephistopheles. [dancing with the old Witch]
An ugly dream once came to me,
I dreamed I saw a cloven tree;
In the tree there sat an ugly owl;