for Christopher Smart
When winter was half over
God sent three angels to the
apple-tree
Who said to her
"Be glad, you little rack
Of empty sticks,
Because you have been chosen.
In May you will become
A wave of living sweetness
A nation of white petals
A dynasty of apples."
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Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 12 Sep 2026 3:51 AM | Viewed: 4679 times
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