Poetry of Kansas
 

There Is Music.

There is music on the mountain
      When thc wind the summit sweeps;
And there's music in the valley
      When the running brooklet leaps;
Music when the ocean surges,
      Lashing wild the rocky crest,
And still music when the breezes
      Fan the leaves as in jest.
 
Oh, for a breeze that's laden
There is music in the whirlwind,
      Monstrous as its ways may seem;
And yet music in the ebbing
      Of the gentle eddying stream.
Music where the foaming Cataract
      Plunges o'er the rocky steep:
And still music when the billows
      Peer skyward as they leap.
 
Oh, for a breeze that's laden
There is music in the meadow,
      In the waving of the grass,
And there's music in the forest
      When unheard the echoes pass.
Music in the swelling torrent
      Rushing onward to the sea;
And still music in the raindrops,
      Passing earthward in great glee.
 
Oh, for a breeze that's laden
There is music in the thunder
      When the storm is raging wild,
And there's music in the earthquake
      With its rumblings undefined;
Music in the heavens above us,
      'Mong the growing planets there;
And there's music all around us,
      Yes, there's music everywhere.

__Julius M. Turner.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 308

 
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