Lizette Woodworth Reese

Here you will find the Poem Wise of poet Lizette Woodworth Reese


An apple orchard smells like wine;
A succory flower is blue;
Until Grief touched these eyes of mine,
Such things I never knew.

And now indeed I know so plain
Why one would like to cry
When spouts are full of April rain?
Such lonely folk go by!

So wise, so wise?that my tears fall
Each breaking of the dawn;
That I do long to tell you all?
But you are dead and gone.