O you, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT A CHOPIN PRELUDE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE POETS OF OLD ISRAEL by JOHN VANCE CHENEY TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN KEATS by JOHN CLARE TO---- by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. A PARISIAN FAUXBOURG by GEORGE CROLY A CABIN TALE; THE YOUNG MASTER ASKS FOR A STORY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |