The springtime breeze had threatened to blow free

A flower once, an apple blossom bright;

Just such a flower once you seemed to me,

A blossom waiting delicate and light.

The petals then retreated from my eyes,

A growing apple did my follies mend;

So round and rosy my beloved lies!

And ripened firm she welcomes now cool winds.

Now dare I pluck thee, apple, from thy stem?

How dare I peek into thy secret parts

Thus to emulate our primal mother’s sin?

For what dark Knowledge waits within your heart?

I can’t imagine but you’re bittersweet:

The spring and autumn mingle as we meet.