by: John Vance Cheney (1848-1922)
- NE whitest
lily, reddest rose,
- None other such the summer knows;
- Of bird or brook one perfect tune,
- And sung is all the sweet of June.
- Once come and gone, the one dear face,
- Forever empty is its place;
- But one far voice the lover hears,
- Calling across the waste of years.
POEMS BY JOHN VANCE CHENEY
"One" is reprinted from
The Little Book of American Poets. Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse.
Cambridge: The Riverside Press, 1915.