My heart is heavy with many a song Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree, But I can never give you one -- My songs do not belong to me. Yet in the evening, in the dusk When moths go to and fro, In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen, Take it, no one will know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER DUNS SCOTUS'S OXFORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EPIGRAM: 59. ON SPIES by BEN JONSON THE SECRET OF THE SEA by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MAID'S TRAGEDY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |