Annotations THROUGH hazels and apple My love I led, Where the sunshine dapples The strawberry-bed : Did we pluck and eat That morn, my sweet ? And back by the alley Our path I chose. That we might dally By one rare rose : Did we smell at the heart. And then depart ? A lover, who grapples With love, doth live Where roses and apples Have naught to give : Did I take my way Unfed that day? Book traversal links for Through hazels and apples ‹ In winter sere Up Say, if a gallant rose my bower doth scale ›