{"id":9116,"date":"2023-01-15T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-01-15T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9116"},"modified":"2023-01-15T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-01-15T06:00:00","slug":"a-regal-conflict","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/a-regal-conflict\/","title":{"rendered":"A Regal Conflict"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From The Topeka State Journal, January 15, 1915<\/a>. By Eva Dean.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The Sunset donned a shining robe;    \u201cWho else is clothed as well as I?\u201dShe proudly thought. \u201cI always wear    The latest colors of the sky.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

She glanced down at the quiet earth,    So gravely garbed in green and brown,And saw the saucy River there,    Clad in a copy of her gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Indignantly her cloudy scarf    She flung aside, so all could seeThe splendor of her glowing gold    And ruby bordered drapery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

But straightway, from her bed below,    The laughing River flaunted wideA garment quite as elegant,    Spread broadly on her flowing tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The angry Sunset, mortified,    Flushed crimson with embarrassment,But down below the River mocked,    Still shamelessly impertinent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Then, purple in her stately rage,    The Sunset\u2019s glowing visage grew;And straight, the River\u2019s dimpled face    Took on an angry purple, too!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

No more could any Sunset stand.    She dropped her veil of midnight blue;But first she pricked some holes therein    To watch the flippant River through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

The River saw the tiny holes    With their escaping beams so bright,And scattered o\u2019er her dancing waves    As many a taunting, twinkling light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

So they contend, as they have done,    For ages more than man has known\u2014Wee little man, who, down below,    Thinks all life\u2019s conflicts are his own!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Topeka State Journal, January 15, 1915. By Eva Dean. The Sunset donned a shining robe;    \u201cWho else is clothed as well as I?\u201dShe proudly thought. \u201cI always wear    The latest colors of the sky.\u201d She glanced down at the quiet earth,    So gravely garbed in green and brown,And saw the saucy River there,    Clad in a copy […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,21],"tags":[121],"class_list":["post-9116","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-topeka-state-journal","tag-eva-dean"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9116","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9116"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9116\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}