Poems (Bacon)/The pear tree
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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 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!
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!
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!
So the bark could never grow,
And the Dryad cried! But, my darling,
'T was none of it really so!