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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Apple Time

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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