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THERE WERE four apples on the bough	A
Half gold half red that one might know	B
The blood was ripe inside the core	C
The colour of the leaves was more	C
Like stems of yellow corn that grow	B
Through all the gold June meadow s floor	C
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The warm smell of the fruit was good	D
To feed on and the split green wood	D
With all its bearded lips and stains	E
Of mosses in the cloven veins	E
Most pleasant if one lay or stood	D
In sunshine or in happy rains	E
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There were four apples on the tree	F
Red stained through gold that all might see	F
The sun went warm from core to rind	G
The green leaves made the summer blind	G
In that soft place they kept for me	F
With golden apples shut behind	G
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The leaves caught gold across the sun	H
And where the bluest air begun	H
Thirsted for song to help the heat	I
As I to feel my lady s feet	I
Draw close before the day were done	H
Both lips grew dry with dreams of it	J
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In the mute August afternoon	K
They trembled to some undertune	K
Of music in the silver air	L
Great pleasure was it to be there	L
Till green turned duskier and the moon	K
Coloured the corn sheaves like gold hair	L
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That August time it was delight	M
To watch the red moons wane to white	M
Twixt grey seamed stems of apple trees	N
A sense of heavy harmonies	N
Grew on the growth of patient night	M
More sweet than shapen music is	O
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But some three hours before the moon	K
The air still eager from the noon	K
Flagged after heat not wholly dead	P
Against the stem I leant my head	P
The colour soothed me like a tune	K
Green leaves all round the gold and red	P
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I lay there till the warm smell grew	Q
More sharp when flecks of yellow dew	Q
Between the round ripe leaves had blurred	R
The rind with stain and wet I heard	R
A wind that blew and breathed and blew	Q
Too weak to alter its one word	R
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The wet leaves next the gentle fruit	S
Felt smoother and the brown tree root	S
Felt the mould warmer I too felt	T
As water feels the slow gold melt	T
Right through it when the day burns mute	S
The peace of time wherein love dwelt	T
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There were four apples on the tree	F
Gold stained on red that all might see	F
The sweet blood filled them to the core	C
The colour of her hair is more	C
Like stems of fair faint gold that be	F
Mown from the harvest s middle floor	C

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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