Myth and Romance: Being a Book of Verses

Being a Book of verses
G.P. PUTNAM'S SONS
New York and London
The Knickerbocker Press
1899

MY FRIEND
WILLIAM WARWICK THUM


There is no rhyme that is half so sweet As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat; There is no metre that's half so fine As the lilt of the brook under rock and vine; And the loveliest lyric I ever heard Was the wildwood strain of a forest bird.— If the wind and the brook and the bird would teach My heart their beautiful parts of speech. And the natural art that they say these with, My soul would sing of beauty and myth In a rhyme and a metre that none before Have sung in their love, or dreamed in their lore, And the world would be richer one poet the more.