And the drifts are slowly melting with the pressure and
There's a waking and a thrilling in the heart with life
'That has throbbed through all the winter, underneath the
Let others sing of summer, with its wavy, grassy seas,
Or of glorious, gorgeous autumn, with her crimson, flaming
Or of hoary bearded winter, with its days of glassy calm,
But I will sing the springtime with its tenderness and balm.
I stretch my arms to greet her, and my lips return her kiss,
I accept the joy she offers and I drink her cup of bliss.
Oh, my heart is throbbing, thrilling with a joy I cannot
As I wave my hand to winter in a jubilant farewell.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)