Poetry of Kansas

The Dream Is Dying.

The Dream Is Dying
There came a tumult at the quiet
A voice cut through the mellow mid-
        night crying___
"The Dream is dying !"
The dream that kindled fire in the
And wrought fair cities of the mist
        and dew,
Painted the mountain peaks against
        the blue,
And lit the stars of heaven one by
The desert's luring images are
There is no music but the bell's lone
Joy, grief and longing from hence-
        forth are one,
The heavens are rolled together as
        a scroll,
The dream is dying.

__Elizabeth N. Barr.

The High Winds of Home
Elizabeth N. Barr
(Olathe: privately published. 1922)
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