THE EDITOR IN HOT WEATHER.
- “Go hang, fool poet, from the limft) of yonder budding tree 'bout which you rave ; Nor deluge me and my old desk With manuscript. Who gave To you the wild, mad, idiotic thought That here or elsewhere verse like yours was bought ? “What do I care about your love, Your flowers, your everlasting spring ? What’s it to me, a busy man, That birds are on the wing ? Where would they be ? Why shouldn’t spring be here ? Love's nothing new and flowers
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Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 48, 20 July 1908, Page 2
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86THE EDITOR IN HOT WEATHER. Northland Age, Volume IV, Issue 48, 20 July 1908, Page 2
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