Poems (Jackson)/Locusts and Wild Honey
LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY.
HOSPITABLE wilderness, I know thy secret sign;All human welcome seemeth less To me than thine.Such messengers to show me where Is water for my feet;Such perfume poured upon my hair, Costly and sweet.
Such couch, such canopy, such floor, Such royal banquet spread;Such music through the open door, So little said.
So much bestowed and understood, Such flavored courtesy,And only kings of unmixed blood For company.
Such rhythmic tales of ancient lores, Of sweet and hidden things,Rehearsed by sacred troubadours On tireless wings.
Such secrets of dominion set Unstinted for my choice,Such mysteries, unuttered yet, Waiting a voice.
O hospitable wilderness, For thee I long and pine;All human welcome seemeth less To me than thine.