Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
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---All the trees lose their leaves, all
Trees but the Pomegranate.
I alone in all the garden lose not my beauty,---
GARDEN SONG
Translated from Egyptian hieroglyphics
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---The orange, wearing on its lovely fruit
The colour Daphne carried in her hair; ---

---Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From under that yellow half-moon late-risen
and swollen as if with tears,---

---What mystic fruit his acres yield
At midnight and at morn?---

She hath the apple in her hand for thee,
Yet almost in her heart would hold it back;
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---having Discordia's apple in thy hand---
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Art thou the topmost apple
The gathers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
Shall I not take thee?
Sappho

---a ray of light that was made fruit,
the minute fire of a planet---
Neruda