The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, ...
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!
I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.
James Whitcomb Riley
And so her love, ...
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!
I drink the sunshine showered past her lips
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree,
And so mine eyes gaze upward eagerly.
James Whitcomb Riley
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