Come love me. Do not reason: That would be treason. Suppose, when oaks gulp green, They pause at what they mean And all their branches shirk Their leafy work? If pools should wonder why They drink the sky? Or lilacs ponder what they meant Changing earth to scent? If daffodils should ask The reason for their task Of sieving from the mould Priceless gold; Or question changing grief To many a leaf? If violets argue why They repeat the sky? -- Suppose -- but then you're missing Lips that are made for kissing. Love me. Do not reason -- Treason! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE THE ENTHUSIAST by HERMAN MELVILLE SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY ON IMAGINATION by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |