Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.

Lizette Woodworth Reese1856–1935

Wise

AN apple orchard smells like wine;

A succory flower is blue;

Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,

Such things I never knew.

And now indeed I know so plain

Why one would like to cry

When spouts are full of April rain—

Such lonely folk go by!

So wise, so wise—that my tears fall

Each breaking of the dawn;

That I do long to tell you all—

But you are dead and gone.