Robert Frost - To Earthward- lyrics

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things The flow of--was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeys**le That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was young; The petal of the rose It was that stung Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove When stiff and sore and scarred I take away my hand From leaning on it hard In gra** and sand The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough To all my length