Poetry of Kansas

My Lady

She is my little lady,
    Her worth is faery gold.
I give her the devotion
    Of any knight of old.
A stainless little lily,
    A shy, wee rose is she ___
So like the tender flowers
    Is Betty Lee.
She is my liege, my lady;
    I kiss her tiny hands
And though her black eyes wonder
    Her child-heart understands
That truest love is humblest,
    And mine would bend the knee
Low in the very presence
    Of Betty Lee.
God give you grace, my lady,
    And beautiful, long years,
With much of life's dear laughter
    And little of its tears.
And this shall be my comfort
    When Fate makes mock of me:
"There's still my dear, liege lady,
    My Betty Lee."

The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
Page 51

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November 12, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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