We are not always interested when
Mrs. Wilcox preaches in verse ; but
when she is content to express her
feelings rather than her views in lyric
form the result is wholly admirable.
This is from McClure's:
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
THE snowdrops and the crocuses
Bloomed in the olden way :
The stately tulips followed on--
The pansies had their day ;
The roses came--and yet the year
Brought neither June nor May.
And now the tiger lilies lift
Their freckled faces high ;
And now the sun is blazing down
From out a cloudless sky,
And yet it is not Summer time,
Tho Summer days drag by,
His dog looks up the lonely lane--
He knows the reason why.
In "Voices of the Living Poets", Current Opinion 63 (Oct. 1917): 276.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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