Poetry of Kansas

My Traveled Books

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. __)
Page 19

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