Peach Tree with Fruit

Amid curled leaves and green,
Globes that have glow and sheen!
Fruit most aerial,
Fruit rose-flushed and pale!

But molded on a stone—
It weights the bodies down
Where their bright flesh corrupts
Sooner than crabbèd fruits.

Peach! Most flower-like fruit!
Two seasons in one growth—
Autumn's glow and sheen
Amid the summer's green!
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