Nets to Catch the Wind

<h3> <SPAN name="valentine"></SPAN> VALENTINE<br/> </h3> <p class="poem"> Too high, too high to pluck<br/> My heart shall swing.<br/> A fruit no bee shall suck,<br/> No wasp shall sting.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> If on some night of cold<br/> It falls to ground<br/> In apple-leaves of gold<br/> I'll wrap it round.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> And I shall seal it up<br/> With spice and salt,<br/> In a carven silver cup,<br/> In a deep vault.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Before my eyes are blind<br/> And my lips mute,<br/> I must eat core and rind<br/> Of that same fruit.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> Before my heart is dust<br/> At the end of all,<br/> Eat it I must, I must<br/> Were it bitter gall.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> But I shall keep it sweet<br/> By some strange art;<br/> Wild honey I shall eat<br/> When I eat my heart.<br/></p> <p class="poem"> O honey cool and chaste<br/> As clover's breath!<br/> Sweet Heaven I shall taste<br/> Before my death.<br/></p> <p><br/><br/><br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />