I walked a quiet road
Just as the sun was setting
And watched the rosy clouds
Along the horizon letting
Its beams peep through to warm the hills
With Quietude and secret stills.

I heard the birds sing their sleepy songs
As they flitted form branch to nest
And watched the wind sweep the growing grain
To a billowy sea of rest,
And it seems to me now that I blended with it
As a part of the still and am part of it yet.

But the knights who came riding up out of the gloom
To save me the victim of some shadowy doom --
They are dead like the years that have passed in between --
And that paradise must have been only a dream

                                      Helen Forelle
                                     From Under the Gun