Blossom of the apple trees! br Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary, br Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory, br Clustered petals soft as fleece br Garlanding old apple trees! br br How you gleam at break of day! br When the coy sun, glancing rarely, br Pouts and sparkles in the pearly br Pendulous dewdrops, twinkling gay br On each dancing leaf and spray. br br Through your latticed boughs on high, br Framed in rosy wreaths, one catches br Brief kaleidoscopic snatches br Of deep lapis-lazuli br In the April-coloured sky. br br When the sundown's dying brand br Leaves your beauty to the tender br Magic spells of moonlight splendour, br Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand, br Turning earth to fairyland. br br Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow! br Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying, br Palely on the green turf lying, br Vanishing like winter snow; br Swift as joy to come and go.