Poetry of Kansas

Song

O little buds, you waked too soon,
'Twas but a dream you had of June!
The fields are still with gray frost sere:
Spring is not here,
            Spring is not here.
 
Dear little buds, put down your heads,
Steal softly back to your dark beds.
In Earth's warm breast, so still and deep:
Go back to sleep,
            Go back to sleep.
 
O little eyes, you waked too soon,
'Twas but the gleaming of the moon!
Night's stars are out, all bright and clear:
Dawn is not here,
            Dawn is not here.
 
Dear little eyes, shut your white lids,
And hush you, now, as mother bids.
On her soft breast your safe nest keep:
Go back to sleep,
            Go back to sleep.

__Ester M. (Clark) Hill.

 

The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
Page 18

 
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