Underneath an apple-treeSat a maiden and her lover;And the thoughts within her heYearned, in silence, to discover.Round them danced the sunbeams bright,Green the grass-lawn stretched before themWhile the apple blossoms whiteHung in rich profusion o'er them.

Underneath an apple-tree Sat a maiden and her lover; And the thoughts within her he Yearned, in silence, to discover. Round them danced the sunbeams bright, Green the grass-lawn stretched before them While the apple blossoms white Hung in rich profusion o'er them.

Before the war an apple tree had stood behind the church. It was an apple tree that ate its own apples.

"Careful with fire," is good advice, we know:"Careful with words," is ten times doubly so.Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead;But God himself can't kill them when they're said.

Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,/ The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.

But he himself went a day's journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O LORD, take away my life; for I am not better than my fathers.