The moon is in an ecstasy, It wanes not nor can grow; The heavens are in a mist of love, And deepest knowledge know: What things in nature seem to move Bear love as I bear love? And bear my pleasures so? I bear my love as streams that bear The sky still flow or shake: Though deep within, too far on high. Light blossoms kiss and wake The waters sooner than the sky; And if they kiss and die God made them frail to break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA |