Pear Tree

 Silver dust 
lifted from the earth, 
higher than my arms reach, 
you have mounted.
 
O silver,
higher than my arms reach 
you front us with great mass; 

no flower ever opened 
so staunch a white leaf, 
no flower ever parted silver 
from such rare silver; 

O white pear, 
your flower-tufts, 
thick on the branch, 
bring summer and ripe fruits
in their purple hearts.

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