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BIRDS IN THE ORCHARD

Now that it is over, I can see

why it has gone and why it could not last.

In autumn we can pick the laden tree

and know the purpose of the sunwild past.

Now that it is over, I have found

the twisted gourds, yellow along the vine;

the hard green apples scattered on the ground.

The clustered purple grapes, midwinter wine,

are sweet upon the air. This much I know:

as surely as the dusky plums will fall

our love was destined from the first to go.

Yet keep this trace of sweetness in the gall:

the waxwing and the oriole forgot

the ripened silver fruits that were our lot.