Obscuring its beautiful light,
Is thy pathway bereft of adorning
And shorn of each dear delight?
Doth waves of destruction tower o'er thee,
Like the foam-crested waves of the deep,
Is no rescue, no refuge before thee__
Come, sad one, and with thee I'll weep.
Have the trusted friends that you cherished
Proven false as the mirage's gleam;
Has hope in thy fond bosom perished
Hast thou waked from thy beautiful dream?
A dream of all thy bright fancies__
Thy loftiest, purest ideal__
From the dream.which ever entrances,
Hast thou waked to discover the real?
Art weary and worn with tossing about,
Thine eyes with tears brimming o'er,
Art torn with suspicion and vexed by doubt,
Till the heart within thee is sore?
Have the joys of thy life all departed__
Vanished beyond recall__
Then come, with thy grief heavy-hearted,
My tears with thine own shall fail.
__Mrs. Ella Goodwin, Ludell.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)