HONEY-SWEET, sweet as honey smell the lilies , Little lilies of the gold in a ring; Little censers of pale gold are the lilies, That the wind, sweet and sunny, sets a-swing. Smell the rose, sweet of sweets, all a-blowing! Hear the cuckoo call in dreams, low and sweet! Like a very John-a-dreams coming, going. There's honey in the grass at our feet. There's honey in the leaf and the blossom, And honey in the night and the day, And honey-sweet the heart in Love's bosom, And honey-sweet the words Love will say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH ON A VIRTUOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN THAT DIED SUDDENLY by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |