CESSATION OF WAR
WILL it cease and the snow— Gathering on the muzzles of guns—
Lie undisturbed While the lights of Europe leap and glow And the cracking of ice as the pent-up waters flow Bear back our sons?
Will spring see the cessation, Pale petals flung under their feet As they come back, - And the budding hopes of a Nation And smiles and songs and tears which need no explanation Fill every street?
Will midnight seem hollow, Warni, soundless, summery, wingless skies.
And they who flew Knowing moonlight as a guide to show Flat silvered roofs and factory chimneys spread below, See with new eyes?
Will the great news be shouted Above the sound of threshing wheat, Bright leaves like flags And burdened orchards golden and red, From toil and strife to green quiet ways to turn instead Our eager feet?
E. COLLINS.
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