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AugustAlgernon Charles Swinburne – 1837-1909 There were four apples on the bough,Half gold half red, that one might knowThe blood was ripe inside the core;The colour of the leaves was moreLike stems of yellow corn that growThrough all the gold June meadow’s floor. The warm smell of the fruit was goodTo feed on, and theContinue reading “August : Algernon Charles Swinburne : : August Poems : : Months Poems : :”