In the Orchard
O apple leaves, so cool and green
Against the summer sky,
You stir, although the wind is still
And not a bird goes by.
You start,
And softly move apart
In hushed expectancy.
Who is the gracious visitor
Whose form I cannot see?
O apple leaves, the mystic light
All down your dim arcade!
Why do your shadows tremble so,
Half glad and half afraid?
The air
Is an unspoken prayer.
Your eyes look all one way.
Who is the secret visitor.
Your tremors would betray?
Against the summer sky,
You stir, although the wind is still
And not a bird goes by.
You start,
And softly move apart
In hushed expectancy.
Who is the gracious visitor
Whose form I cannot see?
O apple leaves, the mystic light
All down your dim arcade!
Why do your shadows tremble so,
Half glad and half afraid?
The air
Is an unspoken prayer.
Your eyes look all one way.
Who is the secret visitor.
Your tremors would betray?
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