782 <br /> <br />There is an arid Pleasure— <br />As different from Joy— <br />As Frost is different from Dew— <br />Like element—are they— <br /> <br />Yet one—rejoices Flowers— <br />And one—the Flowers abhor— <br />The finest Honey—curdled— <br />Is worthless—to the Bee—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-an-arid-pleasure/
