Poetry of Kansas

A Song of Peace.

Sing me a song to-night,
    Not sad, nor yet keyed to mirth;
But a household lay, in a soothing voice,
    As the cricket sings on the hearth.
 
No loud high-soaring strains,
    When body and brain are spent;
But I long to listen, with half-shut lids,
    To a song of sweet content.
 
Let the notes drop from your lips
    Like summer rain from the eaves,
Or the dreamy tinkle of far-off bells
    That comes through whispering leaves.
 
Let me hold your hand a while___
    Your hand so firm and fine;
Its soft, warm clasp is a touch of peace,
    And its pulses shall quiet mine.
 
Sing on, so soft and low;
    Dispelled by the soothing strain,
Gone the heat from my throbbing brow,
    And the ache from heart and brain.
 
Sing on; your breath at my cheek,
    Your hands still clasping mine;
Your voice, and your touch, my household bird,
    Are sweeter and better than mine.

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Pages 115-116

 
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