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happy at carvana hello and welcome to the daily poem i'm hidey white filling in for David Kern, and today is Monday, September 14th.

And today I'm going to read a poem by Christina Rossetti. She's a major Victorian poet, an English poet. She lived from 1830 to 1894.

She is the author of Goblin Market and other poems. And this poem is called an apple

gathering. This is how it goes. I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree and wore them all that

evening in my hair. Then in due season when I went to sea, I found no apples there.

With dangling basket all along the grass, as I had come, I went to the self-same track. My neighbors

mocked me while they saw me pass, so empty-handed back. Lillian and Lilius smiled and trudging by. Their heaped-up

basket teased me like a jeer. Sweet voiced, they sang beneath the sunset sky. Their mother's home was near.

Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full. A stronger hand than hers helped it along.

A voice talked with her through the shadows cool, more sweet to me than song. Ah, Willie, Willie,

was my love less worth than apples with their green leaves piled above. I counted rosiest apples on the earth

of far less worth than love. So once it was with me, you stooped to talk, laughing and listening

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