25 JANUARY 1930, Page 20

I've Eaten Wild Honey

I'VE eaten wild honey, Found a moccasin flower,

Heard a water-thrush singing—

I have had my hour And it fed me, it filled me Like crowded comb Bees hide in basswood Up beyond home.

Like the water-thrush singing, As it shouted it thrilled ; By rocks if I listen Its last word is spilled.

Like a ghost in a gully The sibylline flower Holds in its white lip My flown hour.

DOROTHY LEONARD.