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. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
2. The Pekingese
3. One Person
4. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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