O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?

by Amy Lowell

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The concluding lines of the poem are very lovely, as they capture the essence of the poem with the poet's conviction. A well articulated piece of poetry insightfully penned in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing Amy.