Where are the clouds that over-cast the sky
But yesterday? The sun now burns and glows
In cloudless azure space, the smoke ascends
In straight, unbroken lines, a thousand birds
Carol a warbling welcome to the spring.
And yet for me chill winter still holds sway;
The clouds that lately wrapped the earth in gloom
Have settled on my heart and bear it down
With crushing weight of woe; while songs of birds
Are lost in shrieks and moans of icy blasts;
And thicker round me gathers, black and chill,
Darkness of grim despair.
Eva Mary McCune
The Kiote May 1900