Poetry of Kansas

A Song Of Three Seasons

Whirl, happy earth, and strew the days
    Behind thee thick like golden sands;
Love stands a-waiting down the ways
    And beckons me with shining hands.
Turn slowly, earth from light to light;
    Stars, linger like becalmed ships;
For Love and I have met this night,
    Touched hand to hand and lips to lips.
Spin, faithless earth, and whirl the days
    In frozen clouds like drifting snows.
Love guards beside the lengthening ways
    A grassy mound, a wan, white rose.
___Arthur Graves Canfield
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 28
December 8, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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