Classic Poem

Rosy apples, deep-green shadows,
Velvet meads the grove surrounding,
And the laughter of the river
Far and wide and loud resounding.

Come to me, my angel-sweetheart,
Ripened fruit on boughs will screen us;
Me — an apple; you — an apple;
And a stolen kiss between us. â?¦

Come, the autumn pale-blue flowers
Will embrace you, will caress you;
Me — a flower; you — a flower,
To my throbbing heart I'll press you!

I have stores of golden legends.
They to love me will impell you:
Me — a legend; you — a legend,
And life's secret I will tell you!