Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. If on some night of cold It falls to ground In apple-leaves of gold I'll wrap it round. And I shall seal it up With spice and salt, In a carven silver cup, In a deep vault. Before my eyes are blind And my lips mute, I must eat core and rind Of that same fruit. Before my heart is dust At the end of all, Eat it I must, I must Were it bitter gall. But I shall keep it sweet By some strange art; Wild honey I shall eat When I eat my heart. O honey cool and chaste As clover's breath! Sweet Heaven I shall taste Before my death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GERARDA by ELOISE ALBERTA VERONICA BIBB ON MR. M'MURDO by ROBERT BURNS CONTENT by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE GREAT ADVENTURE by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS PINDARIC ODE: TO MR. HOBS by ABRAHAM COWLEY AN ELEGIAC BALLAD by HANNAH COWLEY NEPENTHE: THE UNICORN by GEORGE DARLEY PROLOGUE TO 'RONDEAUS OF THE GREAT WAR AND OTHER POEMS' by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |