The Novice

Stark trees,
Not yet my bewildered soul
Catches your song of Beauty.

Stretches of cold, gray fields,
Can you but wait a little^__understanding?

Howling winds and snow,
A faint, faint voice whispers your flaming glory,w
But I^__

O, soon, perhaps^__
I scourge my heart remembering old summers!

^__Margaret Louise Anderson

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 18
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)