Poetry of Kansas

A Dirge.

The wind of autumn blows,
So cold, so cold;
Tim wind of autumn blows,
Dead is the summer rose,
And the withered grass lies rotting on the mould.
 
The frost creeps round the door,
So still, so still;
The frost creeps round the door,
The cricket sings no more,
No more at twilight pleads the whip-po-wil.
 
But I hear the owlet's cry,
Forlorn, forlorn;
I hear the owlet's cry,
When the waning moon is high,
And the raccoon's greedy call among the corn.
 
I mourn the summer dead,
So soon, so soon;
I mourn the summer dead,
With all its glory fled,
As I stand beneath the frosty waning moon.
 
And I think how life is going___
So fast, so fast.
I think how life is going,
How swift its tides are flowing,
How we scarcely hail our summer, ere 'tis past.

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Page 171

 
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