IT'S ONLY THE CHILDREN GOING TO WORK (POEM)
Maxim, Hudson
It's Only the Children Going To Work By HUDSON MAXIM Inventor of Smokeless Powder and Author of "The Science of Poetry" A WHIR of dust is sweeping the hill, Between the gray dawn and the huge...
...There's a drift of rags and of skinny bones, With skeleton feet on the ruthless stones...
...What wights are they, so gaunt and lean, With lagging pace and drowsy mien, Who under the dim lamp's flickering glow Wind into the cavernous mill below...
...What specters are these in the witching light— This ghostly rear-guard of the night, Wearily treading the trail of the dark, Arousing the morn before the lark...
...No—goblins and ghouls such task would shirk-It is only the children going to work...
...A sortie of ghouls aloose from the tomb, Or a rabble of wraiths begot of the gloom...
...It's Only the Children Going To Work By HUDSON MAXIM Inventor of Smokeless Powder and Author of "The Science of Poetry" A WHIR of dust is sweeping the hill, Between the gray dawn and the huge black mill...
Vol. 6 • November 1914 • No. 45
