Poetry of Kansas
 

The Unknown Singer

He came from the red-flushed East at
      morn,
And men looked not, but passed by in
      scorn.
He stayed as the noon sun fiercely glared,
And no one smiled, nor was glad, nor cared
He stood in the red-tinged West at eve,
And the people turned not that way to
      grieve.
He went away in the night, and then
The moon in the sky came out, and men,
With their faces turned to the stars were
      dumb;
But he came not back, nor ever will come.
 
Yet ever the Master will sing his song,
Though the strain die out in the careless
      throng.
But at night, when his melody sounds
      elsewhere,
Men will speak with a hushed and a
      reverent air,
Of the voice that they heard, and they
      heeded not
Till the voice was still__he who sung
      forgot.
___William H. Simpson
 
Sunflowers
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 23
 
December 30, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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