WHAT harvest half so sweet is As still to reap the kisses Grown ripe in sowing? And straight to be receiver Of that which thou art giver, Rich in bestowing? Kiss then, my Harvest Queen, Full garners heaping! Kisses, ripest when th' are green, Want only reaping. The dove alone expresses Her fervency in kisses, Of all most loving: A creature as offenceless As those things that are senseless And void of moving. Let us so love and kiss, Though all envy us: That which kind, and harmless is, None can deny us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON THE TERRIBLE SONNETS: 3 by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE ANGLER'S WISH by IZAAK WALTON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 4. BALLYTULLAGH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |