<p><SPAN name="ORCHARDS" id="ORCHARDS"></SPAN>ORCHARDS</p>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Orchards in the Spring-time! Oh, I think and think of them,—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Filmy mists of pink and white above the fresh, young green,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lifting and drifting,—how my eyes could drink of them,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>I'm staring at a dirty wall beyond a big machine.</i></span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Orchards in the Spring-time! Deep in soft, cool shadows,—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Moving all together when the west wind blows</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fragrance upon fragrance over road and meadows—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>I'm smelling heat and oil and sweat, and thick, black clothes.</i></span><br/>
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<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Orchards in the Spring-time! The clean white and pink of them</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lifting and drifting with all the winds that blow.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Orchards in the Spring-time! Thank God I still can think of them!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>You're not docked for thinking,—if the foreman doesn't know.</i></span><br/>
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