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The Apple Tree Said Author(s): Mary Carolyn Davies Source: Poetry, Vol. 14, No. 6 (Sep., 1919), p. 309 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572264 . Accessed: 14/05/2014 05:12 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Poetry Foundation is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Poetry. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 193.104.110.57 on Wed, 14 May 2014 05:12:23 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions

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The Apple Tree SaidAuthor(s): Mary Carolyn DaviesSource: Poetry, Vol. 14, No. 6 (Sep., 1919), p. 309Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572264 .

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Mary Carolyn Davies

But I shall have no freedom till I die; I shall know never lift of sky

Or sweep of sea: I am chained cruelly by his love of me.

THE APPLE TREE SAID

My apples are heavy upon me! It was the spring,

And proud was I of my petals Nor dreamed this thing:

That joy could grow to a burden, Or beauty could be

Changed from snow-light to heavy To humble me.

I PRAY YOU

The dead make rules, and I obey. I, too, shall be dead some day.

Youth and maid who, past my death, Have within your nostrils breath,

I pray you, for my own pain's sake, Break the rules that I shall make!

Mary Carolyn Davies

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