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James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

341. The Old Trundle-Bed 4/9/2010
342. The Old Year And The New 4/9/2010
343. The Old-Home Folks 4/9/2010
344. The Orchard Lands Of Long Ago 4/9/2010
345. The Passing Of A Heart 4/9/2010
346. The Pathos Of Applause 4/9/2010
347. The Pet Coon 4/9/2010
348. The Pixy People 4/9/2010
349. The Plaint Human 4/9/2010
350. The Quest 4/9/2010
351. The Quiet Lodger 4/9/2010
352. The Raggedy Man 12/31/2002
353. The Rain 4/9/2010
354. The Rainy Morning 4/9/2010
355. The Rambo-Tree 4/9/2010
356. The Rapture of the Year 1/3/2003
357. The Rider Of The Knee 4/9/2010
358. The Ripest Peach 1/3/2003
359. The Rival 1/4/2003
360. The Rose 4/9/2010

The Ripest Peach

The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!

She looms aloft where every eye may see
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas!
I may not reach here from the orchard grass.

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