A Broken Promise
The wind from Ballyvara came soft with mist and rain,
Do you mind the lingering handclasp and the last long look I gave___
But they say there's no remembering or longing in the grave.
Do you mind the promise that you made when fortune favored me
That you'd come as fast as ship could sail across the wide gray sea___
Fortune came with weary waiting___you bid me to be brave___
But they say a given promise is forgotten in the grave.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)