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PEAR TREE

H. D. · 1916

Silver dust

lifted from the earth,

higher than my arms reach,

you have mounted,

O silver,

higher than my arms reach

you front us with great mass;

 

no flower ever opened

so staunch a white leaf,

no flower ever parted silver

from such rare silver;

 

O white pear,

your flower-tufts

thick on the branch

bring summer and ripe fruits

in their purple hearts.