Front matter
Reading edition
TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT
BY F. W. BAIN
Love was the wine, and Jealousy the lees, Bitter of brine, and syrup of the bees.
WITH A FRONTISPIECE
METHUEN & CO. LTD.
36 ESSEX STREET, W.C.
LONDON
TO MRS. THEODORE BECK
And I rove on the breeze with the world of bees like the shadow of a bee: For a dead moonflower which the worms devour is the tomb of the soul of me. O the hum of the bees in the mango trees it murmurs taboo! taboo! Should a dead moonflower which the worms devour smell sweet as the mangoes do? What! shall I deem my flower a dream when I do find, each morn, Wet honey sips left on my lips, and in my heart, a thorn?
