Poetry of Kansas

Trailing Clouds.

Trailing Clouds.
The trailing clouds hang low;
Their misty folds drag slow
          O'er the ground;
And the rain makes, as it falls
On the roof and on the walls,
          Scarce a sound.
I sit and idly dream,
While the rain-drops drip and stream
          From the eaves;
And memory's folded book
Slowly opens, and I look
          Through the leaves.
I cannot see the town,
Nor the prairies, yellow-brown,
          Through the mist;
But these pages, blurred with years,
I can read them through my tears,
          When I list.
I see here as I look
Through the pages of the book,___
          Flinching not,-
Gray shadows, glints of sun;
Lost battles, battles won;
          Woman's lot.
Green paths, with sunshine sweet;
Rough steeps, to aid my feet;
          Broken staves;
Love's rapture, wildly throbbing,
The grief, as wildly sobbing
          Over graves.
Must ill all good alloy?
Will sorrow, chasing joy,
          Never rest?
Ah, why the bitter-sweet?
And wily the bleeding feet?
          God knows best.
Listen! A tolling bell
Sobs out its mournful knell
          Over there;
And I know that hearts are aching___
Perhaps some heart is breaking___
          Over there.
At last, the clouds are lifted,
And sunset gold is sifted
          To the plain.
Oh, peace for those who grieve!
May it come like light at eve
          After rain.

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Pages 137-138

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