Mae V. Cowdery, "Want" (1928)
The silver stars
That grow in heaven's dark blue meadows
And bury my face in them.
I want to wrap all around me
The silver shedding of the moon
To keep me warm.
I want to sell my soul
To the wind in a song
To keep me from crying in the night.
I want to wake and find
That I have slept the day away,
Only nights are kind now . . .
With the stars . . . moons . . . winds and me . . .
Published in The Crisis, November 1928