Too high, too high to pluck <br />My heart shall swing. <br />A fruit no bee shall suck, <br />No wasp shall sting. <br /> <br />If on some night of cold <br />It falls to ground <br />In apple-leaves of gold <br />I'll wrap it round. <br /> <br />And I shall seal it up <br />With spice and salt, <br />In a carven silver cup, <br />In a deep vault. <br /> <br />Before my eyes are blind <br />And my lips mute, <br />I must eat core and rind <br />Of that same fruit. <br /> <br />Before my heart is dust <br />By the end of all, <br />Eat it I must, I must <br />Were it bitter gall. <br /> <br />But I shall keep it sweet <br />By some strange art; <br />Wild honey I shall eat <br />When I eat my heart. <br /> <br />O honey cool and chaste <br />As clover's breath! <br />Sweet Heaven I shall taste <br />Before my death.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-2/
