THE ripest peach is highest on the tree -- And so her love, beyond the reach of me, Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow Her heart down to me where I worship now! She looms aloft where every eye may see The ripest peach is highest on the tree. Such fruitage as her love I know, alas! I may not reach here from the orchard grass. I drink the sunshine showered past her lips As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips. The ripest peach is highest on the tree, And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly. Why -- why do I not turn away in wrath And pluck some heart here hanging in my path? -- Love's lower boughs bend with them -- but, ah me! The ripest peach is highest on the tree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL LONG DELAYED by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS POLYHYMNIA: DEDICATION TO THE COUNTESS OF LINDSEY by WILLIAM BASSE CHARLIE HE'S MY DARLING by ROBERT BURNS THE PINE TREE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |