CAMELOT FANTASIES

I just found this one. it looks like a classic:





Valentine



by Elinor Wylie



Too high, too high to pluck
 My heart shall swing.
 A fruit no bee shall suck,
 No wasp shall sting.
 
 If on some night of cold
 It falls to ground
 In apple-leaves of gold
 I’ll wrap it round.
 
 And I shall seal it up
 With spice and salt,
 In a carven silver cup,
 In a deep vault.

 Before my eyes are blind
 And my lips mute,
 I must eat core and rind
 Of that same fruit.

 Before my heart is dust
 At the end of all,
 Eat it I must, I must
 Were it bitter gall.
 
 But I shall keep it sweet
 By some strange art;
 Wild honey I shall eat
 When I eat my heart.

 O honey cool and chaste
 As clover’s breath!
 Sweet Heaven I shall taste
 Before my death.