A goodly host one day was mine,
A Golden Apple his only sign,
That hung from a long branch, ripe and fine.
My host was the bountiful apple-tree;
He gave me shelter and nourished me
With the best of fare, all fresh and free.
And light-winged guests came not a few,
To his leafy inn, and sipped the dew,
And sang their best songs ere they flew.
I slept at night on a downy bed
Of moss, and my Host beningnly spread
His own cool shadow over my head.
When I asked what reckoning there might be,
He shook his broad boughs cheerily: --
A blessing be thing, green Apple-tree!
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