The Washington herald., 1907-06-23

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There never were eyes ike ymIrs.
Nor hair with such vavv f0v:
There never were lips like vCurs,
M kisses bike ygUrs. ! ku0w.
The gentleman who inspired this vol
Ume Of verse must have been-pard0n the
slang phrase, nothing else fits quite so
well-a "corkfr' He was needed very
much al all times. There are times when
she calls him a doubter and says.
But wish sometimes you knew IT,
That YOUR heart could realize.
How ] sometimes sit in silence
L0oking Clr upeu the skies
Longing Wsr 90 have yru with ne,
Longing but ycur fscr TO see.
Ard would give 'he world 90 know that
N0u we're thinking thlu q me.
Thoughts n r-u are with mo always
When awake. and in my dreams
! can even feel rour kisses
ON my Ir- and strange D seems
That when friends are gathered round me,
Friends J rmhr tv the host
With So much ro make ne happy
II is then ] miss yuu most
There are so many dreams in the book
that one feels that this volume is the
product OF many uneasy nights In one
Of her dreams she tells rs how
The tiH5le IF a nearby stream
And cTaak Of froEs came 20 me-
Soft blended IN a golden dream
Beneath the mo1nlIght's mellow g'cam
While ign ms heart i1y reigued supreme
And 'oy thrilled through and through me
In makes one thinlz. somehow. Of Mrs.
Leo Hunter and her
On leg
Expiring frog,
Sometimes. OF course. the hot. mad.
and unchecked course Of this fiery love
seems TO eat up an the emotions Of the
poet, and
There arr times when think my heart has grown
Indifferent. tlase.
There are times when It seems Do not care
How EEos The hour n day
Just 50 long as the weary Old world wags on
And lets Ise 60 my way.
But. Of course. she soon gets over this
sort Of mood and looks forward 10 meet
ing Mr. Inspiration again, and then
there are times when know ny heart
i ike a furnace fire.
When / long f0r the world and my spirits bound
To heights from olt IF the mirr.
When mv whole being thrills and I seethe and Sl-gs
With passion aud desire.
In her power for drawing a distinct. If
rather startling. picture. Mrs Dimmick
can hardly be surpassed by any modern
poet of the emotions. II is so realistic as
20 be almost painful the thought Of
poe'ess seethlng and surging. Then it
is, indeed. that she feels her loneliness.
for in the next verse she sings:
Then I want but sou dear. with those lips OF yours
And feel I could abide
For eternity held In yulr tender arms
Ne matter What tetide,
For love like the love that consumes ny s-ll
Must needs be satisfied
And the more she thinks about e the
more she has 10 write. confessing. covIv.
Ard tonight IS the time when nv heart beats bir,-
want 20 feel you near.
Come 20 me IN the dark
But, pshaw, It's not fair TO quote
any more-not from that poem. at arv
rate.
Apparently all that the inspirationaI
gentleman could answer the poetess in
response to her appeal was TO ask her If
she missed him. 4 nice sort Of a question
20 a lady whose heart has grown 'indif
ferent, biase." OF course. his asking her
DO you miss me?" gives the poet an
other chance, and she comes back with.
Do miss you you ask. dear: well. missing
Is scarcely the w1rd 20 EXPRESS
The coSeuess that snothcrs my being
My feeling Of heart huugineSs
Am | lonely without you. YOU question?
Well lonely could never imurt
To you 50 you'd half understand IT,
The longing that guaws al my heart
Do want you2 Ab. love. can yuu doubt ty
Does the sand on the plain want the rain
After long, arid season!
il Il does then I want vow again
There Is, II one chooses to search for
H. a real tragedy hidden in the pages of
Poems Of Emotional Love" and one can
only hope, for the poets sake. that the
volume is not az all autoblographical. For
II is soon evident that in spite of the
longing that gnaws." and the L want
to feel you near to say nothing about
the furnace fire" and those lips of
yours that the gentleman grew cold
and so the poet sinks into tender lamenta-
ton and mild reproach in her poem, The
End. II IS really very sad:
Ard our love has been only amusement
To while way the hours for you?
And the pleasure was such an inducpruerf
That yCu tcyed with a heart that was trle7
Wen. 60 and III Try to forget you.
All. yes, I will try to forget:
But wish, dear, I never had nat vop
For the end has not ccme 70 me vet
The me in that last line is under
scored, if you please. to make it more
emphatic. and although Mrs DlmmjcIs
makes an effort after that to be gav
with ballad about Dan Malone" the
remaining poems strike a note OF chasten-
ed sorrow and melancholy. There is AT
Twilight in which she says: az fancy
once again my old sweetheart has come
10 me. and in the dark I seem to feel his
touch and hear his bated breath. And
whispers that could lure me through
the stream OF life to death" And an
other poem, Changed" tells us how 4
!ost the world, sweetheart, in losing