Classic Poem

Whenever wise men said, New England's old,
The dawn arrived; some fellow came along,
Kindling the soil till wintry things grew bold:
Robert Frost brought showering seeds and song!
And when they sighed, New England's in the grave
Since Concord brought a stone for Emerson,
And Thoreau, the tramp, no longer had to shave——
Robinson blew the cobwebs off the sun:
Now when they crow: Yes, but the lads are done——
The last to bring Renascence was Millay;
You might as well resign, the Past has won——
I have to shake my stubborn head and say:
You fellows never know when you are fooled:
Here comes the singing sixfoot Wallace Gould!