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Pear Tree

Silver dust  
lifted from the earth,  
higher than my arms reach,  
you have mounted.  
O silver,
higher than my arms reach  
you front us with great mass;  
 
no flower ever opened  
so staunch a white leaf,  
no flower ever parted silver
from such rare silver;  
 
O white pear,  
your flower-tufts,  
thick on the branch,  
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.

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