Christina Rossetti - An Apple Gathering lyrics

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree, And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due season when I went to see I found no apples there. With dangling basket all along the gra** As I had come I went the selfsame track: My neighbors mocked me while they saw me pa** So empty-handed back. Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by, Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky, Their mother's home was near. Plump Gertrude pa**ed me with her basket full, A stronger hand than hers helped it along; A voice talked with her through the shadows cool More sweet to me than song. Ah, Willie, Willie, was my love less worth Than apples with their green leaves piled above? I counted rosiest apples on the earth Of far less worth than love. So once it was with me you stooped to talk Laughing and listening in this very lane: To think that by this way we used to walk We shall not walk again! I let my neighbors pa** me, ones and twos And groups; the latest said the night grew chill, And hastened: but I loitered, while the dews Fell fast I loitered still.