Eleanor Rogers Cox God Poems
- 1. To A Dead Poet
I speak your name-a magic thing-
Jocund April takes my hand,
Golden birds begin to sing,
Laughter fills the silver land.
... - 2. To A Portrait Of Whistler In The Brooklyn Art Museum
What waspish whim of Fate
Was this that bade you here
Hold dim, unhonored state,
No single courtier near?
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