Conrad Siever + 

Not in that wasted garden + 

Where bodies are drawn into grass + 

That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens + 

That bear no fruit⁠— + 

There where along the shaded walks + 

Vain sighs are heard, + 

And vainer dreams are dreamed + 

Of close communion with departed souls⁠— + 

But here under the apple tree + 

I loved and watched and pruned + 

With gnarled hands + 

In the long, long years; + 

Here under the roots of this northern-spy + 

To move in the chemic change and circle of life, + 

Into the soil and into the flesh of the tree, + 

And into the living epitaphs + 

Of redder apples! + 