By Frances Myrtle Atkinson Berghout
When I am old and wait the twilight call,
Though body-worn, may I with youth’s delight
Hear quiet laughter in a waterfall
While moonbeams veil the loveliness of night.
May April fingers, tapping out a song
Upon my window, bid me see the hills
With greening bluebelled carpets; and a throng
Of nodding, waving, dancing daffodils.
Let me still hear the meadow lark in spring
Playing his flute, releasing crystal showers.
Let my glad heart forget its age and sing,
Climbing the hills of thought for April flowers.
Let me hear laughter in a waterfall,
When I am old and wait the twilight call.
(Note: This poem was printed on a series of pages of poems by Frances’ mother, Mabel Law Atkinson. It was published in The Relief Society Magazine, April 1955. An alphabetical listing of Mabel’s known poems is available here.)
Last month I finished inputting an alphabetical list of Mabel Law Atkinson’s poems, using her hand-typed list of poems as my source.
While typing that list, I wanted to read some of those poems.
Well, now you can! I went to one of her Google Sites that gives texts of her three (known) poetry books and constructed hyperlinks.
Mabel’s original list of about 300 poems grew to 513.
Some of the poems on the alphabetical list still lack hyperlinks. If you know of the missing texts, please contribute! (Also, please report typos and omissions …)
I just finished inputting Mabel Law Atkinson’s typewritten list of My Published Poems from papers in possession of Mabel’s late daughter Erline at the time of her death.
Some day I hope to include links from the entries on that page to the individual poems online …
Again, here is the list: My Published Poems
This week I resumed inputting the papers of Mabel Law Atkinson (after a month or so hiatus). I’m still searching for the optimal way to organize her copious output.
For the time being, I’ve created a separate “home page” for her, entitled (interestingly enough) “Mabel Law Atkinson.”
Stay tuned for more updates during the next few months …
About a month ago I realized that Walt and Erline had left behind a collection of short biographical sketches of their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and other close relatives. Snooping among their papers, I found more than expected. Some were on the verge of disintegration; others were very faint.
You can read what has been entered so far at Walt and Erline’s Biographies. Enjoy!