Shadows.Is the desolate wintry sky. As the colorless daylight fades away And the starless night draws nigh, I sit in my darkened room By the fire,___it is burning low, While fancy weaves in her pauseless loom, And swift and silent, amid the gloom. Her shuttle glides to and fro. Sad, sombre and sad Is the web that she weaves to-night4 And it wraps my soul as the world is clad In the desolate evening light. Strange is this nameless sorrow! I weep, and I scarce know why It is the frown of some dark to-morow What looms above me and I must borrow Grief from by and by? Why, fancy why Has done so ill thy task? Instead of a gloom like the starless sky, Oh give me the thing I ask, It is just as easy to rear A sunny castle in Spain As to conjure up some faith or fear, Some shadowy grief that brings a tear From the ache of a nameless pain. __Ellen P. Allerton. |
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Pages 123-124
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