THE fields, the clouds, the farms and farming gear, The drifting kine, the scarlet apple trees ... Not of the sun but separate are these, And individual joys, and very dear; Yet when the sun is folded, they are here No more, the drifting skies: the argosies Of wagoned apples: still societies Of elms: red cattle on the stubbled year. So are you not love's whole estate. I owe In many hearts more dues than I shall pay; Yet is your heart the spring of all love's light, And should your love weary of me and go With all its thriving beams out of my day, These many loves would founder in that night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES LINES TO A LADY by DJUNA BARNES TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON |