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Under the long, dark boughs, like jewels red / In the hair of an Eastern girl / Shine strings of crimson cherries, as if had bled / Blood-drops beneath each curl.
Under the glistening cherries, with folded wings / Three dead birds lie: / Pale-breasted throstles and a blackbird, robberlings / Stained with red dye.
Under the haystack a girl stands laughing at me, / With cherries hung round her ears -- / Offering me her scarlet fruit: I will see / If she has any tears.