| A bonnie rose is all I bring
For her delight; and yet no king Were happier than I if she Some gracious word vouchsafe to me, Anent my little offering. And, peradventure, should she fling A smile upon the winsome thing, Why, then 'twere lucky just to be A bonnie rose. Her slender fingers safe may cling About these stems ___ no thorns shall sting, Because I clipped each wilful wee Thorn for her sake who is, pardie, Herself___let men and angels sing!___ A bonnie rose! |
The Call of Kansas and Other Poems
Esther M. (Clark) Hill
(Cedar Rapids: Torch Press. __)
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