The Great Adventure Of Max Breuck: 28

Amy Lowell

From side to side, midway each path, there ran
A longer one which cut the space in two.
And, like a tunnel some magician
Has wrought in twinkling green, an alley grew,
Pleached thick and walled with apple trees; their flowers
Incensed the garden, and when Autumn came
The plump and heavy apples crowding stood
And tapped against the arbour.  Then the dame
Katrina shook them down, in pelting showers
They plunged to earth, and died transformed to sugared food.

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