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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: 30 Aug 2008 5:57 AM | Viewed: 2248 times

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