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,
Those who know how to refuse them—
That the secret is made free,
And souls are loosed from tyranny. [Page 84]