The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

The Secret



SOME chance moment life confesses
That her insect nothingnesses
Carry honey with their stings,
But ’tis only to their kings—
Those who know how best to use them,
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Those who know how to refuse them—
That the secret is made free,
And souls are loosed from tyranny. [Page 84]