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A Toast To Wilkie Collins Post by :dan7530 Category :Poems Author :Oliver Wendell Holmes Date :November 2010 Read :3278

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A Toast To Wilkie Collins

FEBRUARY 16, 1874

THE painter's and the poet's fame
Shed their twinned lustre round his name,
To gild our story-teller's art,
Where each in turn must play his part.

What scenes from Wilkie's pencil sprung,
The minstrel saw but left unsung!
What shapes the pen of Collins drew,
No painter clad in living hue!

But on our artist's shadowy screen
A stranger miracle is seen
Than priest unveils or pilgrim seeks,--
The poem breathes, the picture speaks!

And so his double name comes true,
They christened better than they knew,
And Art proclaims him twice her son,--
Painter and poet, both in one!

(The end)
Oliver Wendell Holmes's poem: Toast To Wilkie Collins

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