Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall suck, No wasp shall sting. If on some night of cold It falls to ground In apple-leaves of gold I'll wrap it round. And I shall seal it up With spice and salt, In a carven silver cup, In a deep vault. Before my eyes are blind And my lips mute, I must eat core and rind Of that same fruit. Before my heart is dust At the end of all, Eat it I must, I must Were it bitter gall. But I shall keep it sweet By some strange art; Wild honey I shall eat When I eat my heart. O honey cool and chaste As clover's breath! Sweet Heaven I shall taste Before my death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STORM AT SEA (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE GROANS OF THE TANKARD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD JOB 3:3-26. JOB CURSETH THE DAY, AND SERVICES OF HIS BIRTH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 1. THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED CONTRASTED by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |