AnsweredInscrutable smile mocking my wild protestations Of love. Only the empty shell remained, the Soul had vanished___where? I rushed out into the deepening, darkening Twilight. I looked aloft and cried: Oh, God if It be true, give me some sign, some token of Eternal life. I listened breathlessly, but there was No sound save the rustle of the wind swept leaves. I bowed my head despairingly, but when I Looked again the Stars were out. The answer written In the sky. The mystic, marvelous Milky Way in Sinuous splendor shone and the Great Dipper blinked Eternally over a doubting world. __Mae C. Patrick |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 101
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
Visit the Home Page for Kansas