|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. __)