This bag of cherries for my Love: She takes one lovely Pair, And makes an eardrop of each one, To fit in either ear. Until I swear it seems to me, To see those Cherry stones, They almost match in loveliness The flesh that's on her bones. They match her eyes in light and size, With such a glowing stain — That every precious pearl is hurled Back to its sea again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE SUPPLICATION by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY LEGEND by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |