APPLE TIME.
By George Cooper
Come and see the chubby faces
Peep from under lifted leaves
Which the noisy breeze displaces
What a jolly tune it weaves!
Crimson faces, scarlet faces,
Faces green, and gold, and brown;
For a troop of tricksy goblins
Only last night wandered down,
In apple-time!
How the rough old Boughs are tossing
In the cool and crispy air!
Do you hear the children crossing
O'er the meadows, here and there?
Goblin faces, peeping, hiding
Seem to greet them every one;
And the orchard-rows are ringing
With the frolic and the fun,
In apple-time!
Oh, the little hands that dip in
Baskets shallow, baskets deep,
Where the Russet and the Pippin
Mingle in a shining heap!
Long before the sunset's glory
Orchard boughs are lone and bare;
But another golden Autumn
Sees the goblin faces there,
In apple-time!
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