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Honey Dripping From The Comb
by [?]

How slight a thing may set one’s fancy drifting
Upon the dead sea of the Past!–A view–
Sometimes an odor–or a rooster lifting
A far-off “Ooh! ooh-ooh!”

And suddenly we find ourselves astray
In some wood’s-pasture of the Long Ago–
Or idly dream again upon a day
Of rest we used to know.

I bit an apple but a moment since–
A wilted apple that the worm had spurned.–
Yet hidden in the taste were happy hints
Of good old days returned.–

And so my heart, like some enraptured lute,
Tinkles a tune so tender and complete,
God’s blessing must be resting on the fruit–
So bitter, yet so sweet!