Representative Poetry Online

Poems

1Too high, too high to pluck

2My heart shall swing.

3A fruit no bee shall suck,

4No wasp shall sting.

5If on some night of cold

6It falls to ground

7In apple-leaves of gold

8I'll wrap it round.

9And I shall seal it up

10With spice and salt,

11In a carven silver cup,

12In a deep vault.

13Before my eyes are blind

14And my lips mute,

15I must eat core and rind

16Of that same fruit.

17Before my heart is dust

18At the end of all,

19Eat it I must, I must

20Were it bitter gall.

21But I shall keep it sweet

22By some strange art;

23Wild honey I shall eat

24When I eat my heart.

25O honey cool and chaste

26As clover's breath!

27Sweet Heaven I shall taste

28Before my death.