"The Stolen Branch" By Pablo Neruda In the night we shall go in to steal a flowering branch. We shall climb over the wall in the darkness of the alien garden, two shadows in the shadow. Winter is not yet gone, and the apple tree appears suddenly changed into a cascade of fragrant stars. In the night we shall go in up to its trembling firmament, and your little hands and mine will steal the stars. And silently, to our house, in the night and the shadow, with your steps will enter perfume's silent step and with starry feet the clear body of spring.