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by Hilda Conkling

In my apple-orchard
In the oldest tree
Fall has hidden gold leaves.
I looked into the hollow
And saw no apples,
Only leaves with frost on them
Like marble tilings,
Like jeweled tables . . .
Yet there was no gold . . . no marble . . .
Only leaves covered with frost
That sparkled the way my thought told me.

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