THE LITTLE MAID I USED TO BE

I never sit on orchard grass Beneath some gnarled old apple-tree And watch the fragrant winds that pass Ruffle the slender blades and waft A rain of sweetness down to me, While building birds chirp busily; I never drink the full rich draught From summer's brimming cup,-- itself A peerless necta...

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Published in:Harper's bazaar 1903-07, Vol.37 (7), p.614
Main Author: Beth Bradford Gilchrist
Format: Magazinearticle
Language:English
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Summary:I never sit on orchard grass Beneath some gnarled old apple-tree And watch the fragrant winds that pass Ruffle the slender blades and waft A rain of sweetness down to me, While building birds chirp busily; I never drink the full rich draught From summer's brimming cup,-- itself A peerless nectar,-- but I see A laughing sprite, a tricksy elf, A little maid who peeps at me From out the gnarled old apple-tree.
ISSN:0017-7873