| I'm but a quiet sort, myself___
No foreign ways I've trod___ My friends are never bored with tales Of "When I was abroad." But still my books go far and near, And many lands they see; And when they all come home again What blase books they'll be! Some good ship outward-bound has borne My cherished Ivanhoe; My Francis Thompson's still abroad In lands I ne'er may know. My Shelley went a-summering, My Kipling's by the sea; Some day they'll ail come home, and then What blase books they'll be! They'll give my quiet room a tone, Each in its shabby dress. They'll have such traveled looks, such airs Of quaint old-w0rldliness. I'll stand in awe of them since they Have sojourned near and far, And glow with pride when people say; "What blase books they are!" Then hall the day that one by one They straggle safely back, Each to its own familiar shelf Or to my favorite rack. I'm but a stay-at-home, I own ___ No tourist, you'll agree___ But when my Wandering books arrive What blase books they'll be! __Ester M. (Clark) Hill. |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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