Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

An Apple-Gathering - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
Then in due season when I went to see
I found no apples there.
With dangling basket all along the grass
As I had come I went the selfsame track:
My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
So empty-handed back.

Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
Their heaped-up basket teazed me like a jeer;
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.

Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
A voice talked with her thro' the shadows cool
More sweet to me than song.

Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
I counted rosiest apples on the earth
Of far less worth than love.

So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and listening in this very lane:
To think that by this way we used to walk
We shall not walk again!

I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still.


Comments about An Apple-Gathering by Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • (7/30/2018 11:03:00 AM)


    Suddenly moving, quietly powerful. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/22/2016 1:07:00 AM)


    This poem seems both a statement of Victorian sexual mores and a lament over them. (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ (9/20/2016 3:27:00 PM)


    A beautiful poem of love regret..... (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O Brian (9/20/2016 9:10:00 AM)


    To sow into a relationship and lose not only what you have sown but the relationship itself, is so much more palpably painful when you watch the relationships of others bearing fruit. But I will believe she was adorable with those blossoms in her hair. (Report) Reply

  • (9/20/2016 4:30:00 AM)


    The good love about the apple tree that gives sweet apples and different thoughts are interesting. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/20/2016 4:04:00 AM)


    Mine apple tree! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (9/20/2016 2:50:00 AM)


    the air around this is so pleasant. i enjoyed reading this poem (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (9/20/2016 1:02:00 AM)


    It's indeed a nice poem spun around the poet's feelings about her apples, apple trees, her observations and her reactions to other ladies' activities in the neibourhood. I quote:
    I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree
    And wore them all that evening in my hair:
    I counted rosiest apples on the earth
    Of far less worth than love.
    (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/20/2016 12:47:00 AM)


    Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
    Than apples with their green leaves piled above?
    I counted rosiest apples on the earth
    Of far less worth than love.
    A poem of great creativity.
    Thanks for sharing it with us.
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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