AndIenvynotthemonarchsWithcitiesundertheirsway；
ForamInot，inmyownright，Amonarchasproudasthey？
Whatmatter，then，iftoothersMycastleaphantommaybe，SinceIfeel，inthedepthsofmyownheart，Thatitisnotsotome？
APPLE—BLOSSOMS。
Isitintheshadowofapple—boughs，Inthefragrantorchardclose，Andaroundmefloatsthescentedair，Withitswave—liketidalflows。