Orchards
Orchards in the Spring-time! Oh, I think and think of them,-- Filmy mists of pink and white above the fresh, young green, Lifting and drifting,--how my eyes could drink of them, I'm staring at a dirty wall beyond a big machine. Orchards in the Spring-time! Deep in soft, cool shadows,-- Moving all together when the west wind blows Fragrance upon fragrance over road and meadows-- I'm smelling heat and oil and sweat, and thick, black clothes. Orchards in the Spring-time! The clean white and pink of them Lifting and drifting with all the winds that blow. Orchards in the Spring-time! Thank God I still can think of them! You're not docked for thinking,--if the foreman doesn't know.
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"Orchards in the Spring-time! Oh, I think and think of them,--..."
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