TO EUGENE FIELD IN ENGLAND.
GOOD poet of the city by the lake,
Critic and satirist I wave a hand
And send this greeting over sea and land—
That kindest spirits round you tend, and make
Your ready feet to walk in Chaucer’s wake,
And in the paths of Keats and Shelley stand;
Or where the master of all singers planned
His songs, may your heart inspiration take.
Where Dobson’s flowers find root in “paven ground,”