Not yet my bewildered soul
Catches your song of Beauty.
Stretches of cold, gray fields,
Can you but wait a little__understanding?
Howling winds and snow,
A faint, faint voice whispers your flaming glory,w
O, soon, perhaps__
I scourge my heart remembering old summers!
__Margaret Louise Anderson
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)