The Apple-Tree

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Title:     The Apple-Tree
Author: Helen Hay Whitney [More Titles by Whitney]

The apple-tree is white with snow,
My heart is empty as the day;
The white hours indolently go
Graveward, because my love's away.

Months lag, then spring and love's return--
Yet once again I seem to see,
Flushed with delight, as kisses burn,
White snow upon the apple-tree.

[The end]
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: Apple-Tree

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