How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting Upon the dead sea of the Past! -- A view -- Sometimes an odor -- or a rooster lifting A far-off "OOH! OOH-OOH!"
And suddenly we find ourselves astray In some wood's-pasture of the Long Ago -- Or idly dream again upon a day Of rest we used to know.
I bit an apple but a moment since -- A wilted apple that the worm had spurned, -- Yet hidden in the taste were happy hints Of good old days returned. --
And so my heart, like some enraptured lute, Tinkles a tune so tender and complete, God's blessing must be resting on the fruit -- So bitter, yet so sweet!
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