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Oh, the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, / Lamps in a wash of rain, / Oh, the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard, / Oh, tears on the window pane!
Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples, / Full of disappointment and of rain, / Brackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples / Of Autumn tell the withered tale again.