VOUT OF SEASON
A strange thing happened down our way
Last fall,—the apple trees put out
Their pretty blossoms, just like May,
And scattered all their pink about.
Last fall,—the apple trees put out
Their pretty blossoms, just like May,
And scattered all their pink about.
It gave my tough old soul a start,
Just as you've seen a warmish breeze
Come loitering out of summer's heart
And rock and fan the gray old trees.
Just as you've seen a warmish breeze
Come loitering out of summer's heart
And rock and fan the gray old trees.
And 'twasn't but a day or two
Before I got another shove,
At hearing that old Samuel Drew
Had gone and got at last in love.
Before I got another shove,
At hearing that old Samuel Drew
Had gone and got at last in love.
If the old wreck, down off the Cape,
That years ago one night capsized,
Had floated in, in gallant shape,
I should not have been more surprised.
That years ago one night capsized,
Had floated in, in gallant shape,
I should not have been more surprised.
But, dear me! if the apple-trees,
When summer's past, bloom out again
And sweeten every passing breeze,
Why, what can you expect of men?
When summer's past, bloom out again
And sweeten every passing breeze,
Why, what can you expect of men?
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