Where The Apple Reddens Never

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.