After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree,

Toward heaven still,

And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill

Beside it, and there may be two or three

Apples that I didn’t pick upon some bough

But I am done with apple picking now.

Robert Frost

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