WITHIN a forest, as I strayed Far down a sombre autumn glade, I found the god of love; His bow and arrows cast aside, His lovely arms extended wide, A depth of leaves above, Beneath o'erarching boughs he made A place for sleep in russet shade. His lips, more red than any rose, Were like a flower that overflows With honey pure and sweet; And clustering round that holy mouth, The golden bees in eager drouth Plied busy wings and feet; They knew, what every lover knows, There's no such honey-bloom that blows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES PSALM 76 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHO YOU ARE I KNOW NOT by EDWARD CARPENTER PALAMON AND ARCITE, OR THE KNIGHT'S TALE: BOOK 2 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO THE MEMORY OF A POET by EDWIN COULSON CLARK PSALM XLII by NATHANIEL COTTON ANACREONTIC by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN |