By seven vineyards on one hill We walked. The native wine In clusters grew beside us two, For your lips and for mine, When, "Hark!" you said, -- "Was that a bell Or a bubbling spring we heard?" But I was wise and closed my eyes And listened to a bird; For as summer leaves are bent and shake With singers passing through, So moves in me continually The winged breath of you. You tasted from a single vine And took from that your fill -- But I inclined to every kind, All seven on one hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN THE CHILDREN'S HOUR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AFTER DEATH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG RIVALRY IN LOVE by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |