How Slight A Thing May Set One'S Fancy Drifting Upon The Dead Sea Of The Past! - A View - Sometimes An Odor - Or A Rooster Lifting A Far-Off "Ooh! Ooh-Ooh!" And Suddenly We Find Ourselves Astray In Some Wood'S-Pasture Of The Long Ago - Or Idly Dream Again Upon A Day Of Rest We Used To Know. I Bit An Apple But A Moment Since - A Wilted Apple That The Worm Had Spurned. - Yet Hidden In The Taste Were Happy Hints Of Good Old Days Returned. - And So My Heart, Like Some Enraptured Lute, Tinkles A Tune So Tender And Complete, God'S Blessing Must Be Resting On The Fruit - So Bitter, Yet So Sweet!