Classic Poem

One harvest—ages ago—
In an orchard with ripe fruit laden
Father met Mother and kissed her, they say,
Behind an old apple tree, out of the way,
(Six on each cheek for the time of day!)—
She was such a beautiful maiden!

Now she is old: but when
She walks in the garden shady
Taking a rest from the mending upstairs,
Tasting the apples or pinching the pears,
I love to come on her unawares—
She is such a delightful old lady!