As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off, Beloved. And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO THE LAST MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN GLEANING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JOHN THOMPSON'S DAUGHTER by PHOEBE CARY |