How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting <br />Upon the dead sea of the Past!--A view-- <br />Sometimes an odor--or a rooster lifting <br />A far-off 'OOH! OOH-OOH!' <br /> <br />And suddenly we find ourselves astray <br />In some wood's-pasture of the Long Ago-- <br />Or idly dream again upon a day <br />Of rest we used to know. <br /> <br />I bit an apple but a moment since-- <br />A wilted apple that the worm had spurned,-- <br />Yet hidden in the taste were happy hints <br />Of good old days returned.-- <br /> <br />And so my heart, like some enraptured lute, <br />Tinkles a tune so tender and complete, <br />God's blessing must be resting on the fruit-- <br />So bitter, yet so sweet!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honey-dripping-from-the-comb/
