Poetry of Kansas

A Little Longer.

A little longer the winds shall blow
    From the still white billows of frozen seas.__
    Shall shriek through the branches of naked trees,
And heap the valleys with hills of snow.
A little longer the land shall lie.
    Corpse-like. silent, wrapped in a shroud.
    While storms hold wake like a drunken crowd.
A fierce, wild rout__but the end is nigh.
A deathless heart in a frozen breast.
    Far out of the reach of frost or storm,
    Throbs with a beat as soft and warm
As the pulse of a babe in its rosy rest.
A little longer the winter-night__
    The silent sleeper shall wake at morn.__
    Shall wake and sing, with joy new-born.
Wreathed with violets, crowned with light.
Looking out over wastes of snow,
    Vast and boundless, a realm of death.__
    We long for the south-wind's gentle breath,
For carol of birds, and for water's flow.
A little longer to feel the sting
    Of the creeping frost, and against the blast
    To close our doors and bolt them fast__
Then to fling them wide at the touch of Spring!
O days of sorrow! O Storms of Fate!
    Could we see the end, when clouds hang low.
    As we see the Spring through the Winter's snow,
And know it would come__we well could wait!

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Page 161

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