Emily Dickinson, aka the Belle of Amherst, is my favorite poet. This poem has an orchard in it, so it fits the category.

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – (236)

BY EMILY DICKINSON

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I, just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.

Thanks again to the Poetry Foundation for making these poems available to everyone.

Not to get too nerdy, but I’ve always linked this poem to the Protestant reformation, and it just so happens that the surplice is a part of the clerical vestments that was rejected by the Puritans, leading more than a few of them to emigrate to Massachusetts. Ms. Dickinson is too clever for words.