Inscrutable smile mocking my wild protestations
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
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
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)