The sun was bright and beautiful
and cast a friendly eye
upon the laden boughs of fruit
new-swelling under sky.
But ice encased the waking moon
arising from its bed
and in the warmth it shook away
bright dewdrops from its head.
They fell as cold and heavy rain
upon the gladsome trees
and drowned them all beneath the flood
of deep and trackless seas.
And now they sway in water-winds
but bear no more their fruit
in darkness miles beneath the waves
where they have taken root.
This happened on the turning earth
ten thousand years ago
and what bright fruit they would have borne
the world will never know.
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