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. The Lost Path
2. Escape
3. Quarrel
4. Nadir
5. The Falcon

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