A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- by Emily Dickinson
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -- And made the Gables laugh --
A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea -- Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -- What Necklace could be --
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -- The Birds jocoser sung -- The Sunshine threw his Hat away -- The Bushes -- spangles flung --
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -- And bathed them in the Glee -- Then Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the Fete away --
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