Then and Now.
In wild gusts swept;
A sweet, green vale, a calm lake, lying low,
Where osiers dipt;
A clear, cool spring, whose trickling overflow,
Through tall grass crept.
There were some hearts that love me. Till my own
Shall cease to beat,
Whether I tread smooth ways, or jagged stone
With bleeding feet,
I still shall hold them precious (love alone
Can make life sweet.)
Long years have fled. Still stand, deep scarred and hoar.
The wind swept heights;
Still flows the spring, where parched lips, thirsting sore.
Quaff deep delights;
Still sleeps the lake, by moonbeams silvered o'er
On summer nights.
All these remain; scarce changed the peaceful scene,
Yet men grow old.
Locks that were dark are touched with frosty sheen;
Have hearts grown cold?
To know some few have kept the old love green___
'Twere joy untold.
__Ellen P. Allerton
Walls of Corn And Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, Kansas: The Harrington Printing Company. 1894)