Of an Orchard.

By Katharine Tynan Hinkson (1861–1931)

GOOD is an Orchard, the Saint saith, To meditate on life and death, With a cool well, a hive of bees, A hermit’s grot below the trees.   Good is an Orchard: very good,         5 Though one should wear no monkish hood; Right good when Spring awakes her flute, And good in yellowing time of fruit:   Very good in the grass to lie And see the network ’gainst the sky,         10 A living lace of blue and green And boughs that let the gold between.   The bees are types of souls that dwell With honey in a quiet cell; The ripe fruit figures goldenly         15 The soul’s perfection in God’s eye.   Prayer and praise in a country home Honey and fruit: a man might come Fed on such meats to walk abroad And in his Orchard talk with God.         20

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