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THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

Poet Analysis

First Line: I PLUCKED A HONEYSUCKLE WHERE
Last Line: YET PLUCKED NOT ANY MORE OF THEM.
Subject(s): HONEYSUCKLE; LOVE;
I PLUCKED a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd,
And yet I found it sweet and fair.

Thence to a richer growth I came,
Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,
The honeysuckles sprang by scores,
Not harried like my single stem,
All virgin lamps of scent and dew.
So from my hand that first I threw,
Yet plucked not any more of them.



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