By seven vineyards on one hill We walked. The native wine In clusters grew beside us two, For your lips and for mine, When, "Hark!" you said, -- "Was that a bell Or a bubbling spring we heard?" But I was wise and closed my eyes And listened to a bird; For as summer leaves are bent and shake With singers passing through, So moves in me continually The winged breath of you. You tasted from a single vine And took from that your fill -- But I inclined to every kind, All seven on one hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SOUND OF THE SEA; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |