"An Apple Gathering" is Victorian poet Christina Rossetti's tale of heartbreak and betrayal. The poem's speaker is a young woman who's been unlucky and unwise in love: having used the blossoms of her symbolic apple tree to make herself beautiful for her lover, Willie, she now finds that she has no apples left to harvest—and that Willie has left her for another woman. The poem reflects on the dangers of head-over-heels love, the pain of abandonment, and the cruelty of sexual double standards. This poem first appeared in Rossetti's important collection Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862).
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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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Rossetti's life and work at the British Library's website.
Rossetti and Gender — Read an article exploring Rossetti's reflections on being a woman (and writing as a woman) in the Victorian era.
More of Rossetti's Poetry — Visit the Poetry Foundation to find more poems by Rossetti.