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SIESTA.
The
old apple tree,
Noblest on the hill—
Takes me in its arms;
There I lie a-dreaming,
Dreaming at my will.
Birds and birdlings chirping,
Think not I am there—
While they trill wild notes,
Think not of my dreaming
In the scented air.