When sullen winds blew about the door.
And over the snow fields, cold and white.
And through thee forest with muffled roar.
Through all the wintry sounds, I heard
The rustle of a tiny wing;
And wildly carrolled a dear brown bird
The bird that sings at the gates of spring.
My pulses leaped with a sudden thrill!
Was the winter gone? I thought in my sleep___
Had spring come in with that silvery trill?
Would storms no longer their wassails keep?
I woke and there came. in frosty bars,
The light of a pale and gloomy moon,
And the far, faint twinkle of the misty stars:
And the cold winds chanted their midnight tune.
Gone was the rustle of tiny wing;
Silent the song of the dear brown bird;
Closely barred stood the gates of spring,
And the chant of the wind was all I heard.
So the pilgrim dreams; and he hears afar
The harps of gold; and the radiant gleam
Comes flashing through the gates ajar
Of the sea of glass, and the crystal stream.
But he wakes: and closed are the pearly gates;
Gone is the music, the flash and gleam;
But he goes his way, and in patience waits___
He goes his way, but keeps his dream!.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)