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The Giver
I shall bring you apples, green and tart, Some coral cherries, And the thick wine I stole last year from purple Elderberries. I shall be a carven pipe of music, Singing lightly; I shall plant a dead star under a stone To blossom whitely. I shall bring you pears and wind-wet acorns, All to keep; I shall weave a coat patterned like fire: Yet should I creep Behind you, you would not be there - say rather Some coral cherries: You are only a mask- and I should drown in the blood Of elderberries.