| When the night from the west all the glow of day had taken,
Through the dusk and the silence and the dew, Came a call, clear and sweet, that has left my spirit shaken Was it you, O beloved, was it you ? In the wind's wistful voice at my loosened lattice/retting, In the plaint of the rain the gray night through, Still it calls in the hours I shall never be forgetting Is it you, O beloved, is it you ? When the long day is done for the broken and the lonely, I shall hear it, dear and sweet, clear and true, As I rise with my face toward the glory, saying only: "It is you, 0 beloved, it is you !" __Ester M. (Clark) Hill. |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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