A May Ideal.
Holds up to view its petals bright,
Sparkling jewels changeful blaze
That dazzles, yet delight our sight.
The bird's gay note on leafy bough,
Seem drawn from some far hidden choir,
And where the cloud lambs gently lie,
The lark has sweetly tuned his lyre.
O May! sweet May, with bud and bloom,
With breezes light and tempered,
Through all her whispering trees and flowers,
The warmth of summer, faint has run.
Her sunshine is a healing balm,
To eyes made sad with burning tears;
Her music, like a heavenly psalm
To those who weep o'er vanished years.
A sweet light runs through all the vale,
A softened glow is in the sun;
While gentle twilight's golden haze
Hangs over all when day is done.
As dusk descends, a lone bird calls
Her rich, sweet warbled, lonely plaint
Across the dusky fallows, far;
We hear the echo sad and faint.
__Mrs. Laura M. Hughes.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)