HONEY-SWEET, sweet as honey smell the lilies , Little lilies of the gold in a ring; Little censers of pale gold are the lilies, That the wind, sweet and sunny, sets a-swing. Smell the rose, sweet of sweets, all a-blowing! Hear the cuckoo call in dreams, low and sweet! Like a very John-a-dreams coming, going. There's honey in the grass at our feet. There's honey in the leaf and the blossom, And honey in the night and the day, And honey-sweet the heart in Love's bosom, And honey-sweet the words Love will say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ANONYMOUS by JOHN BANISTER TABB TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS STANZAS IN THE MEMORY OF EDWARD QUILLINAN, ESQ. by MATTHEW ARNOLD |