A Reverie - A poem by Mrs. Ella Goodwin

A Reverie.

I sit in the shade of the old ruined wall,
Where the grass grows soft and green,
And the brook glides by and the shadows fall
In a flickering, shimmering sheen.

I sit and dream of days that are fled
Adown the dim aisles of the past,
I reach out my hands for hands that are dead^__
Long years since I touched them last.

I long for the sound of steps that were dear,
I look for the love-lit eyes,
I list for voices I ne'er shall hear,
Whose muse is beyond the skies.

But time speeds on, we shall meet some day^__
With love as true and fond,
On some mystic isle in the far-away
Unfathomable beyond.

^__Mrs. Ella Goodwin, Ludell.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 146