At the Falls.
Of falling waters, and soft folds of spray,
I sit upon the green and sedgy shore
Sit silent, while the river rolls away.
What heed I here the hollow masquerade
That men call life? It surely heeds not me:
I am not missed from the gay cavalcade
None whisper, "This was her place, where is she?"
Little I reck! The page upon my knee
Talks honestly, and yon white waterfall
Pours a deep voice of truth unceasingly,
While the gay world is but a masquer's ball.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)