Poetry of Kansas


There is something that lingers
   And around life doth twine;
It comes like a monster,
   And clasps like a vine;
Though now we but think of it
   A far distant span,
Yet its broadening piers
   Will swallow up man.

There is something that hovers
   And o'er life doth grope,
And gapes like a monster,
   And swallows earth's hope;
Though now we but look at it
   Still far away,
Yet slowly, though surely
   'Tis nearing each day.

There is something that crouches,
   And o'er life doth bend,
'Tis darkening the heavens
   And bids me ascend.
Ah! now I can see,
   For my fast fleeting breath,
Sighs, though it welcomes thee__
   Death, Oh! Death!

__Jasper C. Wasson.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 329

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