Bitter Is Heaven

Bitter is heaven - - - - - - - - - - - To catch it I jumped high Still a little higher And it slipped away further For it did hang not close at hand That I could have it in my little hand Hence I thought it Unripened, sharp and acrid Yet it tempted my greedy mouth Again to clasp it I jumped Only to see it slipping away a little further Oh! this must be bitter For to me the fruit in the tree Is heaven not coming closer Though so keen I was to its smell Later I had its tastes Sweeter blended with tastes bitter