UNDER the apple bough <br />Love, in a dream of leaves, <br />Dreamed we of love, as now,— <br />All that gives beauty or grieves. <br /> <br />Over the sad world then <br />Curved like the sky that bough; <br />I was in heaven then,— <br />You are in heaven now.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-67/
