Poetry of Kansas


A wild rose by the wayside path
    Upheld her head in simple pride;
A passing wind, in sudden wrath,
    Outflung her petals far and wide.
And, shuddering, I turned aside:
    Is some dread Presence, then, so near ?
For through the stillness something cried:
    "Tomorrow you may not be here!"
At dawn I heard a wild lark fling
    His soul out in a single strain,
As if his gladness in the Spring
    His little heart could not restrain.
Now, on the grass, a crimson stain___
    The song hath cost the singer dear!___
And in my heart the old refrain:
    "Tomorrow you may not be here !"
Forgive me if I cannot speak
    Of matters trivial and light,
For, O, my heart and lips are weak
    And I am filled with strange affright!
Dear, if I read the sign aright,
    There is some reason for the fear,
So fold me, hold me close tonight___
    Tomorrow I may not be here.

The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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