Poem by Elinor Wylie

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.

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2. Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
3. The Lost Path
4. Address to My Soul
5. Escape

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