I have some of it still, We gathered on the hill, In an empty glass, the bunch of wild thyme, Faded now, and dried, But in which yet abide Some purple, a smell of summer in its prime, When we stopped the car Bought honey in a jar At a roadside stand. It makes me think about The theft of bloom, the sting, A swiftness on the wing, Things that sweetness cannot be without. Copyright © A.E. Stallings. http://www.wlu.edu/~shenando | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LOVE'S LIKENINGS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |