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The apple orchard
English source:
William Bliss Carman
In the apple boughs the coolness
Murmurs, and the grey leaves flicker
Where sleep wanders.
In the garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering footfall
Through the twilight.
Murmurs, and the grey leaves flicker
Where sleep wanders.
In the garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering footfall
Through the twilight.
