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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If Still Your Orchards Bear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Brother, that breathe the August air<br>Ten thousand years from now,<br>And smell—if still your orchards bear<br>Tart apples on the bough—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The early windfall under the tree,<br>And see the red fruit shine,<br>I cannot think your thoughts will be<br>Much different from mine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Should at that moment the full moon<br>Step forth upon the hill,<br>And memories hard to bear at noon,<br>By moonlight harder still,<br>Form in the shadow of the trees, —<br>Things that you could not spare<br>And live, or so you thought, yet these<br>All gone, and you still there,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A man no longer what he was,<br>Nor yet the thing he'd planned,<br>The chilly apple from the grass<br>Warmed by your living hand—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374589" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I think you will have need of tears;<br>I think they will not flow;<br>Supposing in ten thousand years<br>Men ache, as they do now.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a></strong></div>