Come love me. Do not reason: That would be treason. Suppose, when oaks gulp green, They pause at what they mean And all their branches shirk Their leafy work? If pools should wonder why They drink the sky? Or lilacs ponder what they meant Changing earth to scent? If daffodils should ask The reason for their task Of sieving from the mould Priceless gold; Or question changing grief To many a leaf? If violets argue why They repeat the sky? -- Suppose -- but then you're missing Lips that are made for kissing. Love me. Do not reason -- Treason! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE MAKARIS [WHEN HE WAS SEIK] by WILLIAM DUNBAR A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SWEET BRIER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A MOTHER'S LAMENT [FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON] by ROBERT BURNS |