Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Little Joke

Stripping an almond tree in flower 
The wise apothecary’s skill 
A single drop of lethal power 
From perfect sweetness can distill

From bitterness in efflorescence, 
With murderous poisons packed therein; 
The poet draws pellucid essence 
Pure as a drop of metheglin.

1. Silver Filigree
2. The Crooked Stick
3. Primavera in the North
4. The Fairy Goldsmith
5. Madman’s Song

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