“Moonlit Apples” by John Drinkwater

Moonlit Apples

At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,

And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those

Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes

A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.


A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and


There is no sound at the top of the house of men

Or mice ; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again

Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.


They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams ;

On the sagging floor ; they gather the silver streams

Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,

And quiet is the steep stair under.


In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.

And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep

Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep

On moon-washed apples of wonder.

"Moonlit Apples" by John Drinkwater was published inĀ Georgian Poetry 1918-1919. To read this poem in a digitzed version of this publication, follow the link below: