When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green crowns from the strawberries And piled them, cone-pointed, in a blue and yellow platter; When I have smoothed the seam of the linen I have been working; What then? To-morrow it will be the same: Cakes and strawberries, And needles in and out of cloth If the sun is beautiful on bricks and pewter, How much more beautiful is the moon, Slanting down the gauffered branches of a plum-tree; The moon Wavering across a bed of tulips; The moon, Still, Upon your face. You shine, Beloved, You and the moon. But which is the reflection? The clock is striking eleven. I think, when we have shut and barred the door, The night will be dark Outside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN LILIES: 23. FINALLY ALONE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |