"Naturally our aspirant wrote poems, and stories, and articles upon the seasons of the year [. . .] The concluding stanza of one of them, I remember, ran --
Alas, for the piteous yearning
For the ever-increasing pain,
For the bitterly hopeless enduring
When the clouds return after the rain!
Margery sent this one to Harper's Monthly. Fortunately
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