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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Orchard
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Almond, apple, and peach,
 Walnut, cherry, plum,
 Ash, chestnut, and beech,
 And lime and sycamore
 We have planted for days to come;

 No stony monument
 But growing, changing things,
 Leaf, fruit, and honied scent,
 Bloom that the bees explore,
 Sprays where the bird sings.

 In other Junes than ours
 When the boughs spread and rise
 Tall into leafy towers
 To grace and guard this small
 Corner of paradise;

 When petals red and white
 Resign to warming air,
 Without speech or sight
 From our hands they will fall
 On happy voices there.
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