James Whitcomb Riley

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

James Whitcomb Riley Poems

381. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine 4/9/2010
382. An Old Friend 4/9/2010
383. An Impetuous Resolve 4/9/2010
384. An Empty Nest 4/9/2010
385. An Autumnal Extravaganza 4/9/2010
386. Almon Keefer 4/9/2010
387. A Wrangdillion 4/9/2010
388. A Wraith Of Summertime 4/9/2010
389. A Worn-Out Pencil 4/9/2010
390. A Water-Color 4/9/2010
391. A Voice From The Farm 4/9/2010
392. A Very Youthful Affair 4/9/2010
393. A Variation 4/9/2010
394. A Test Of Love 4/9/2010
395. A Tale Of The Airly Days 4/9/2010
396. A Summer Sunrise 4/9/2010
397. A Summer Afternoon 1/3/2003
398. A Sudden Shower 4/9/2010
399. A Spring Song And A Later 4/9/2010
400. A Southern Singer 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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