| How still she lay and smiled at us
Throughout that golden August day! While 'round her bed the wistful flowers Made passing sweet those quiet hours___ And she as sweet and white as they. Upon her brows, of pain clean-swept, There lay no trace of years long spent. Beneath her parted silvery hair Her face shone almost girlish fair With such a look of deep content. It was as if at break of day One straight from Paradise had stepped Into her room with swift release, And for her sufferings given peace___ "Beauty for ashes." So she slept. |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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