A GOODLY host one day was mine, A Golden Apple his only sign, That hung from a long branch, ripe and fine. My host was the bountiful apple tree; He gave me shelter and nourished me With the best of fare, all fresh and free. And light-winged guests came not a few, To his leafy inn, and sipped the dew, And sang their best songs ere they flew. I slept at night, on a downy bed Of moss, and my Host benignly spread His own cool shadow over my head. When I asked what reckoning there might be, He shook his broad boughs cheerily:— A blessing be thine, green Apple-tree! @3Thomas Westwood@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |