1924: Urn on president's wall
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The following poem accompanies this photograph:
People came miles to see
The Italian garden I built for my own enjoyment,
The thin trees black against the sky,
Carved benches and a bathing pool that I loved,
And one perfect urn, Grecian and exquisite,
Shipped to me intact from an Aegean island.
Artists said it was of the best Hellenic period
And quoted Keats in hushed voices before it.
But somehow it didn't seem to go with anything in the town
And to see it there so far from home hurt me!
--As if by Edgar Lee Masters