Author Ezra Pound Pluck the quince to serve a prince, by isle, and pool. Plucking quinces in service of princes, in vale, pluck again and carry to fane. In high wimple bear to the temple ere dawn light, then home for the night, leisurely, leisurely. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments