1I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
2And wore them all that evening in my hair:
3Then in due season when I went to see
4I found no apples there.
5With dangling basket all along the grass
6As I had come I went the self-same track:
7My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
8So empty-handed back.
9Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
10Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;
11Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
12Their mother's home was near.
13Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
14A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
15A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
16More sweet to me than song.
17Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
18Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
19I counted rosiest apples on the earth
20Of far less worth than love.
21So once it was with me you stooped to talk
22Laughing and listening in this very lane;
23To think that by this way we used to walk
24We shall not walk again!
25I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
26And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
27And hastened: but I loitered; while the dews
28Fell fast I loitered still.
1I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
2And wore them all that evening in my hair:
3Then in due season when I went to see
4I found no apples there.
5With dangling basket all along the grass
6As I had come I went the self-same track:
7My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
8So empty-handed back.
9Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
10Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;
11Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
12Their mother's home was near.
13Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
14A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
15A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
16More sweet to me than song.
17Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
18Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
19I counted rosiest apples on the earth
20Of far less worth than love.
21So once it was with me you stooped to talk
22Laughing and listening in this very lane;
23To think that by this way we used to walk
24We shall not walk again!
25I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
26And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
27And hastened: but I loitered; while the dews
28Fell fast I loitered still.
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 self-same track:
My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.
Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.
Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
More sweet to me than song.
Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
I counted rosiest apples on the earth
Of far less worth than love.
So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and listening in this very lane;
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!
I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered; while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still.
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