Spring Day In Kansas.book. With glitter in the air that glorifies The edge and tip of every leaf and lies In pools of mirror stangeness on the brook. Pale trees are deeply shadowed with the look Of rendezvous and clouds like tur- rets rise. Treasure seems probable in any nook And I am not a changeling in the tale. My ears feel pointed, I can talk in rhyme Today, and know what birds say in their song. I'll find a nest I know, here in the swale, And over this next hill that I shall climb, The lover I have waited for so long. __from an unknown old Kansas newspaper |