Canadian Singers and Their Songs/Arthur L. Phelps

For works with similar titles, see Apple Blossoms.


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ARTHUR L. PHELPS

Apple Blossoms.

Shy, amorous,
The brown-haired dryads of the apple trees
I saw this day.
Shy were they in among the blowing blossoms;
Their white knees
Hidden by blossom tapestries
The wind had woven, weaving cunningly.

Yet their arms and faces,
And shoulders bloomy pink, by swaying spray
I saw, and their long glances
In the sunny garden places
Where the sunlight dances,
Held me in sweet trances;

While they begged me come to play,
Bathe with them in blossoms,
On a white spring day!

Arthur L. Phelps.