Here you will find thePoemWiseof 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.
