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RUSSETS by ISABEL FISKE CONANT

First Line: FROM AN OLD HAYLOFT
Last Line: SOUNDER THAN THE NEW.
Subject(s): APPLES; FRUIT;
From an old hayloft
When the cold was still,
Winter made a sapphire
Of the distant hill.

Warm in that refuge
Despite the window's frost,
Many mornings, -- long ago, --
The world was well lost.

Through adventure's pages
The outlawed hours sped
To the taste of russet apples
Sounder than the red.

Remembering Massachusetts,
Once in a store
I asked for russet apples,
But they were sold no more.

If I had found them,
I must have read too
Some book of old stories . . .
Sounder than the new.



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