James Whitcomb Riley

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

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

21. A Fruit Piece 4/9/2010
22. A Full Harvest 4/9/2010
23. A Glimpse Of Pan 4/9/2010
24. A Good Man 4/9/2010
25. A Gustatory Achievement 4/9/2010
26. A Home-Made Fairy Tale 4/9/2010
27. A Leave-Taking 4/9/2010
28. A Letter To A Friend 4/9/2010
29. A Life-Lesson 1/3/2003
30. A Liz Town Humorist 4/9/2010
31. A Lounger 4/9/2010
32. A Man Of Many Parts 4/9/2010
33. A Masque Of The Seasons 4/9/2010
34. A Monument For The Soldiers 4/9/2010
35. A New Year's Plaint 4/9/2010
36. A New Year's Time At Willards's 4/9/2010
37. A Noon Interval 1/3/2003
38. A Noted Traveler 4/9/2010
39. A' Old Played-Out Song 4/9/2010
40. A Parent Reprimanded 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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