The moon is in an ecstasy, It wanes not nor can grow; The heavens are in a mist of love, And deepest knowledge know: What things in nature seem to move Bear love as I bear love? And bear my pleasures so? I bear my love as streams that bear The sky still flow or shake: Though deep within, too far on high. Light blossoms kiss and wake The waters sooner than the sky; And if they kiss and die God made them frail to break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE DEBT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MY HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |