Like the sweet apple ripening at the end of a branch
high at the highest branch that the harvesters overlooked,
but they have not overlooked you, they were just not able to acquire you.
Οἶον τὸ γλυκύμαλον ἐρεύθεται ἄκρῳ ἐπ᾽ ὔσδῳ
ἄκρον ἐπ᾽ ἀκροτάτῳ λελάθοντο δὲ μαλοδρόπνεσ,
οὐ μὰν ἐκλελάθοντ᾽, ἀλλ᾽ οὐκ ἐδύναντ᾽ ἐπίκεσθαι.
by Sappho (630-570 BC)