A Toast To Wilkie Collins
by
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!