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<h2> <i>The Ripest Peach</i> </h2>
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The ripest peach is highest on the tree—<br/>
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,<br/>
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes bow<br/>
Her heart down to me where I worship now!<br/>
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She looms aloft where every eye may see<br/>
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.<br/>
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!<br/>
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.<br/>
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I drink the sunshine showered past her lips<br/>
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.<br/>
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,<br/>
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.<br/>
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Why— why do I not turn away in wrath<br/>
And pluck some heart here hanging in my path—?<br/>
Lover's lower boughs bend with them— but, ah me!<br/>
The ripest peach is highest on the tree!<br/></p>
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