At the end of the bough! At the top of the tree! -- As fragrant, as high, And as lovely, as thou -- One sweet apple reddens, Which all men may see, -- At the end of the bough! Swinging full to the view! Though the harvesters now Overlook it, repass it, And pass busily: Overlook it! Nay, pluck it! They do not know how! For it swings out of reach Like a cloud! And as free As a star; or thy beauty, That seems too, I vow, Remote as the sweet apple swinging -- Ah me! At the end of the bough! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX |