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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Apple-Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'<br>Through my weary head to-night,<br>An' I see a picture dancin'<br>In the fire-flames' ruddy-light;<br>'Tis the picture of an orchard <br>Wrapped in autumn's purple haze,<br>With the tender light about it<br>That I loved in other days.<br>An' a-standin' in a corner<br>Once again I seem to see<br>The verdant leaves an' branches<br>Of an old apple-tree.<br>You perhaps would call it ugly,<br>An' I don't know but it's so,<br>When you look the tree all over<br>Unadorned by memory's glow; <br>For its boughs are gnarled an' crooked,<br>An' its leaves are gettin' thin,<br>An' the apples of its bearin'<br>Wouldn't fill so large a bin<br>As they used to. But I tell you,<br>When it comes to pleasin' me,<br>It's the dearest in the orchard, —<br>Is that old apple-tree.<br>I would hide within its shelter,<br>Settlin' in some cosy nook,<br>Where no calls nor threats could stir me<br>From the pages o' my book.<br>Oh, that quiet, sweet seclusion<br>In its fulness passeth words!<br>It was deeper than the deepest<br>That my sanctum now affords.<br>Why, the jaybirds an' the robins,<br>They was hand in glove with me,<br>As they winked at me 'an warbled<br>In that old apple-tree.<br>It was on its sturdy branches<br>That in summers long ago <br>I would tie my swing an' dangle<br>In contentment to an' fro,<br>Idly dreaming' childish fancies,<br>Buildin' castles in the air,<br>Makin' o' myself a hero <br>Of romances rich an' rare. <br>I kin shet my eyes an' see it <br>Jest as plain as plain kin be,<br>That same old swing a-danglin'<br>To the old apple-tree.<br>There's a rustic seat beneath it<br>That I never kin forget.<br>It's the place where me an' Hallie — <br>Little sweetheart — used to set,<br>When we'd wander to the orchard<br>So's no listenin' ones could hear <br>As I whispered sugared nonsense<br>Into her little willin' ear. <br>Now my gray old wife is Hallie, <br>An' I'm grayer still than she, <br>But I'll not forget our courtin' <br>'Neath the old apple-tree,<br>Life for us ain't all been summer,<br>But I guess we've had our share<br>Of its flittin' joys an' pleasures,<br>An' a sprinklin' of its care.<br>Oft the skies have smiled upon us;<br>Then again we've seen 'em frown,<br>Though our load was ne'er so heavy<br>That we longed to lay it down.<br>But when death does come a-callin',<br>This my last request shall be, —<br>That they'll bury me an' Hallie<br>'Neath the old apple-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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Through my weary head to-night,
An' I see a picture dancin'
In the fire-flames' ruddy-light;
'Tis the picture of an orchard 
Wrapped in autumn's purple haze,
With the tender light about it
That I loved in other day..."></div>
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