An Apple Gathering

An Apple Gathering

After plucking apple blossoms to wear in their hair, the speaker returns at harvest time to find no apples and faces neighbors' mockery while others carry full baskets. Addressing Willie, the speaker values love above apples, recalls their walks together, and laments that they will not walk together again. As the neighbors hurry away, the speaker lingers in the falling dew.

By Christina Georgina Rossetti · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Narrative Poetry, Love Poetry · 297 words

First lines

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 selfsame track: / My neighbors 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.

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apple harvest · lost love · mockery · loneliness · remembered companionship

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