Poems (Bacon)/The pear tree
VII. THE PEAR TREE
We lived out under the pear tree, We dined upon tarts and cream, I married you there for ever, But, dear, 'twas only a dream!
We sailed away in the branches To countries strange and new, For we owned estates in Dreamland, But, sweetheart, it is n't true!
We made a church in the pear tree, Where the angels came to sing, We stroked their wings—but, dearest, You mustn't believe a thing!
We cut our names in the tree trunk, So the bark could never grow, And the Dryad cried! But, my darling, 'T was none of it really so!