The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Apple Blossoms



AMID the young year’s breathing hopes,
    When eager grasses wrap the earth,
I see on greening orchard slopes
    The blossoms trembling into birth.
They open wide their rosy palms
    To feel the hesitating rain,

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Or beg a longed-for golden alms
    From skies that deep in clouds have lain.

They mingle with the bluebird’s songs,
    And with the warm wind’s reverie;
To sward and stream their snow belongs,

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    To neighboring pines in flocks they flee.
O doubly crowned, with breathing hopes
    The branches bending down to earth,
That feel on greening orchard slopes
    Their blossoms trembling into birth. [Page 50]

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