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James Whitcomb Riley

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

Poems of James Whitcomb Riley

161. How It Happened 4/9/2010
162. How John Quit The Farm 4/9/2010
163. I Smoke My Pipe 4/9/2010
164. If I Knew What Poets Know 4/9/2010
165. Igo And Ago 4/9/2010
166. Ike Walton's Prayer 1/3/2003
167. Illileo 4/9/2010
168. In Bohemia 4/9/2010
169. In Fervent Praise Of Picnics 4/9/2010
170. In The Dark 4/9/2010
171. In The Evening 4/9/2010
172. In The South 4/9/2010
173. Indiana 4/9/2010
174. Inscribed 4/9/2010
175. Intellectual Limitations 4/9/2010
176. Iry And Billy Jo 4/9/2010
177. It's_Got_To Be 4/9/2010
178. Jack-In-The-Box 4/9/2010
179. Jap Miller 4/9/2010
180. Jim 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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