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The little apple leaves above their heads
Let fall a quivering sunshine.  Quiet, cool,
In blossomed boughs they sat.  Beyond, the beds
Of tulips blazed, a proper vestibule
And antechamber to the rainbow.  Dyes
Of prismed richness:  Carmine.  Madder.  Blues
Tinging dark browns to purple.  Silvers flushed
To amethyst and tinct with gold.  Round eyes
Of scarlet, spotting tender saffron hues.
Violets sunk to blacks, and reds in orange crushed.