Poems

Arthur Macy was a Nantucket boy of Quaker extraction. Every one praised his choice of words, his wonderful facility in rhyme, the perfection of his metre, and the daintiness and delicacy of his verse. "All right," he would say, "but that[viii] is not Poetry with a big P, and that is the only kind that should be published." Which explains why this collection of everyday poems didn't go to print until long after it was written.