The Apple Tree
Read 'The Apple Tree' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
When first we saw the apple tree
The boughs were dark and straight,
But never grief to give had we,
Though Spring delayed so late.
When last I came away from there
The boughs were heavy hung,
But little grief had I to spare
For Summer, perished young.
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