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...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON |