| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Wild Honey of Wisdom | | By Arthur V. Kent |
| | To E. L. L. BETTER a thousand times is my friend than the nuts of knowledge to me. | |
| She is wise with the wisdom the flower gives to the honey-gathering bee. | |
| The ways of her mind are free to the winds that circle infinity. | |
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| My friend is a gardener of joy, and her radiant thoughts are seeds | |
| That soon or late will be blossoming in the green of their destined meads | 5 |
| She has sown in my heart a music that was sighed through moon-lit reeds. | |
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| Frail are her songs from fairydom, and so surpassing sweet | |
| That in them is the laugh of leaves and the gleam of green-shod feet, | |
| And in and out thread flights of wings with soft and rhythmic beat. | |
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| She holds a great enchantment in each white, lovely hand; | 10 |
| The days run through her fingers like bright escaping sand, | |
| And all but grains of loveliness her sanctuary are banned. | |
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| Her feet, so used to wind-sweet ways, for rest were never meant. | |
| Tis on a wonder-seeking quest their tireless steps are bent. | |
| Her soul must be a nomad star with all the heavens for bent. | 15 | | | |
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