The moon is full but it won't spill over And it won't fall out when it hangs askew. The bees suck honey from tall red clover But they won't get drunk of it. Bees never do. I gave my love to a girl with amber Eyes like the windows the saints shine through. She dragged it through the brambles where wild goats clamber But my heart won't break of it. Hearts never do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS KINGFISHERS CATCH FIRE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES A PASSSGE TO ITALY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A HYMN OF THE SEA by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |