'GOLD of butterflies, gold of bees, Gold of ragweeds and golden seas; Gold on gorses for kissing's sake, Which of these will you touch and take, Moirin, Moirin?' Golden butterfly's not for me, I'll ha' none o' the golden bee: My heart of gold shall not beat or break, Though I love the gorses for kissing's sake, Mother, Mother! 'Then rest you merry, through heat and cold, Sweet lips of cherry, sweet heart of gold; Yet Gold-Heart surely shall come some day To cry for grey wings to fly away, Moirin, Moirin!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 4 by GEORGE BARKER THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE A DREAM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ADMIRAL EVANS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OLD LADY NECESSITY by BERTON BRALEY |