OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS.
Come from the dusty city To. the country, green and brown. O, revel in the joys there Afar from the noisy town! For don't you see The springtime's come, The joy of all the year, When busy bees, their work begun, Are plentiful to see Among the drewdrop sparkled elovor leaves. JOYCE HODSON. Brooklyn. (What you would say is the right thing. ... I know you feel it . . . and that is the veriest first beginning of good versemaking. But the next thing, Joyce, is the saying of.it. There are such lots of things to matter .... phrases, metre, rhyme. '' O, revel in the joys there" is not the happiest way of saying what you mean. Neither is "are plentiful to see" . . . and when I read it first I read "to hear" instead . . .Mt seemed as though that was what you meant, to rhyme with year perhaps. The last line is a curious one. Itfs long, and "leaves" doesn't rhyme with anything; and I think the verse,wouldn't miss it if it were not there at all, do you? Somer how. I've a feeling you could make an ever so much better verse about the same thing if you tried now. Will you try, and show me?—Fariel.).
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Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 92, 15 October 1927, Page 14
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206OUR OWN VERSEMAKERS. Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 92, 15 October 1927, Page 14
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