<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apple-Gathering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree<br>And wore them all that evening in my hair:<br>Then in due season when I went to see<br>I found no apples there.<br>With dangling basket all along the grass<br>As I had come I went the selfsame track:<br>My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass<br>So empty-handed back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,<br>Their heaped-up basket teazed me like a jeer;<br>Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,<br>Their mother's home was near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,<br>A stronger hand than hers helped it along;<br>A voice talked with her thro' the shadows cool<br>More sweet to me than song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth<br>Than apples with their green leaves piled above?<br>I counted rosiest apples on the earth<br>Of far less worth than love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So once it was with me you stooped to talk<br>Laughing and listening in this very lane:<br>To think that by this way we used to walk<br>We shall not walk again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos<br>And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,<br>And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews<br>Fell fast I loitered still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Georgina+Rossetti">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355966" data-title="An Apple-Gathering de Christina Georgina Rossetti" data-description="I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the grass As I had come I went the selfsame track: My neighbours ..."></div> </div> </div>

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