Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Wild Honey of WisdomArthur V. Kent
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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.
That soon or late will be blossoming in the green of their destined meads—
She has sown in my heart a music that was sighed through moon-lit reeds.
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.
The days run through her fingers like bright escaping sand,
And all but grains of loveliness her sanctuary are banned.
’Tis on a wonder-seeking quest their tireless steps are bent.
Her soul must be a nomad star with all the heavens for bent.