“LOCAL COLORING.”
(Dedicated to Our Descriptive Writers.)
The tale told thrillingly of lemon skies,
Of salmon hills beneath a blue sunrise;
It feelingly described a cerise field
Where purple rabbits ate pink onions, peeled.
The color card passed to another pen,
And lightning changes awed our common ken;
For lo, we’re told those hills are palest mauve,—
Like molten gold the fiery sun above.