The Change"His cadence is sweet and fine, Yet never the singing flames of soul Through its rounded measures shine." But life reached forth with a potent hand And caught up his ardent youth, And plunged it deep in the crucible Of rigor and rue and ruth. And high on the upland dim and far It left him at length alone; Gone was tho lilting breath of joy His gay young lips had known. Deep in his eyes the pity of God Beheld the valley of dream, For the real stood forth with a mighty strength From out of the things that seem. And the barren heart of the poet welled With a wealth of love to men; "His song is divine!" the people cried When he struck his lute again. __Maude DeVerse Newton. |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 95
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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