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Amy Lowell - Climbing
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High up in the apple tree climbing I go, 
With the sky above me, the earth below. 
Each branch is the step of a wonderful stair 
Which leads to the town I see shining up there. 

Climbing, climbing, higher and higher, 
The branches blow and I see a spire, 
The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome, 
All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam. 

On and on, from bough to bough, 
The leaves are thick, but I push my way through; 
Before, I have always had to stop, 
But to-day I am sure I shall reach the top. 

Today to the end of the marvelous stair, 
Where those glittering pinacles flash in the air! 
Climbing, climbing, higher I go, 
With the sky close above me, the earth far below.
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