The Apple-TreeAuthor(s): Nancy CampbellSource: Poetry, Vol. 6, No. 5 (Aug., 1915), p. 223Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20570481 .

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THE APPLE-TREE

I saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night, I saw them like great birds in the starlight Purple and burning blue, crimson and shining white.

And each to each they tossed an apple to and fro,

And once I heard their laughter gay and low; And yet I felt no wonder that it should be so.

But when the apple came one time to Michael's lap I heard him say: "The mysteries that enwrap The earth and fill the heavens can be read here, mayhap."

Then Gabriel spoke: "I praise the deed, the hidden thing." "The beauty of the blossom of the spring I praise," cried Raphael. Uriel: "The wise leaves I sing."

And Michael: "I will praise the fruit, perfected, round, Full of the love of God, herein being bound His mercies gathered from the sun and rain and ground."

So sang they till a small wind through the branches stirred, And spoke of coming dawn; and at its word

Each fled away to heaven, winged like a bird.

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