James Whitcomb Riley

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

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

121. Elizabeth 4/9/2010
122. Elmer Brown 4/9/2010
123. Even song 4/9/2010
124. Extremes 4/9/2010
125. Fame 4/9/2010
126. Farmer Whipple--Bachelor 4/9/2010
127. Father William 4/9/2010
128. Find The Favorite 4/9/2010
129. Floretty's Musical Contribution 4/9/2010
130. Fool-Youngens 4/9/2010
131. For You 4/9/2010
132. Friday Afternoon 4/9/2010
133. From The Headboard Of A Grave In Paraguay 4/9/2010
134. George Mullen's Confession 4/9/2010
135. Go Winter! 4/9/2010
136. Grandfather Squeers 4/9/2010
137. Granny 12/31/2002
138. Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885 4/9/2010
139. Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris 4/9/2010
140. Green Fields And Running Brooks 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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