Within his chamber of the west,
And neither moon nor stars are nigh,
And listening winds are laid to rest,
And tell-tale birds brood on the nest,
Glad Earth looks up to happy sky,
To tell his love ere it be night.
He whispers low beneath his breath,
And sweet and secret things he saith,
Till, lo! she blusheth with delight.
__Arthur Graves Canfield.
Kansas In Literature__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)