Poems (Storrie)/Misapprehension
Misapprehension.
The air was ripening in a mellow haze, And summer filled the blue cup of the sky With magic wine, and all the woodland ways Were rich with blossom, and my heart and I Were glad together. Then, upon mine ear There fell a sudden buzzing, and my breath Was stayed with horror for that even here Was death and loathly lives that live on death! Oh fearful heart! why must thou ever cast Thy shadow on the sunshine and endue Potential good with evil? Shrill and sweet The buzz became a murmur, till at last It swelled into a pæan and I knew 'Twas honey, not corruption at my feet.