The moon is full but it won't spill over And it won't fall out when it hangs askew. The bees suck honey from tall red clover But they won't get drunk of it. Bees never do. I gave my love to a girl with amber Eyes like the windows the saints shine through. She dragged it through the brambles where wild goats clamber But my heart won't break of it. Hearts never do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE ETERNAL JUSTICE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH A SONNET. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 44. TEARS THE SYMPTOM LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |