I went to buy apples at Hurricane Gap,
I went for apples to sell and to barter,
And O the high hills friendly to orchards,
And O the fair trees sagging with riches,
With Stayman and Winesap, Red Spy and Grimes Golden;
I looked and I wondered and I stood beholden.
That trip I hauled home two hundred bushels
Of melt-in-your-mouth, of swallow-your-tongue—
Two hundred bushels of tooth-ticklers and grin-busters,
Two hundred measures of World Wonders and Sweet Rusters,
And O the trip was a sight to the world,
The journey a worldly wonder.