The moon is in an ecstasy, It wanes not nor can grow; The heavens are in a mist of love, And deepest knowledge know: What things in nature seem to move Bear love as I bear love? And bear my pleasures so? I bear my love as streams that bear The sky still flow or shake: Though deep within, too far on high. Light blossoms kiss and wake The waters sooner than the sky; And if they kiss and die God made them frail to break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE HEALALL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WIDOW MALONE by CHARLES JAMES LEVER THE DAY by MARGARET ESTELLA BIGHAM |