I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me,"
But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
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Beneath an apple tree an amazing song is sung. An excellent imagery is drawn really. We feel very happy to read such a poem...10