At the end of the bough! At the top of the tree! -- As fragrant, as high, And as lovely, as thou -- One sweet apple reddens, Which all men may see, -- At the end of the bough! Swinging full to the view! Though the harvesters now Overlook it, repass it, And pass busily: Overlook it! Nay, pluck it! They do not know how! For it swings out of reach Like a cloud! And as free As a star; or thy beauty, That seems too, I vow, Remote as the sweet apple swinging -- Ah me! At the end of the bough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIAN BURYING GROUND by PHILIP FRENEAU THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UPON THE HILL BEFORE CENTREVILLE by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL by ROBERT BROWNING |