A Wharton poem on the anniversary of her death

Dear All,

It was on this day in 1937 that Edith Wharton left us.  Here is a poem she wrote a few years earlier, in her private diary.  It was published recently by Laura Rattray in her two-volume Unpublished Writings of Edith Wharton.

Lullaby for a Tired Heart

It will go
Like the snow
That falls in March,
Like the glow
Of the rainbow’s arch
In the sun,
The Tempest done . .
It will go
As the streams flow,
You the leaf
The stream carries,
With your grief
That’s as brief,
On the tide that never tarries–
You will go.

All of our lives have been deeply enriched by Wharton’s presence on this earth, and loving her work has brought us all together.   For that I am grateful.

Warm thoughts for all of you,

Irene