I O BRIAR-SCENTS, on yon wet wing Of warm South-west wind brushing by, You mind me of the sweetest thing That ever mingled frank and shy: When she and I, by love enticed, Beneath the orchard-apples met, In equal halves a ripe one sliced, And smelt the juices ere we ate. II That apple of the briar-scent, Among our lost in Britain now, Was green of rind, and redolent Of sweetness as a milking cow. The briar gives it back, well nigh The damsel with her teeth on it; Her twinkle between frank and shy My thirst to bite where she had bit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN INACCESSIBILITY IN THE BATTLEFIELD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |