Oh, For A Breeze From Kansas.Where the south wind skips and dances So light o'er the grass as she tarries to pass With a smile and merriest of glances. Oh, for a breeze of the prairies, A gentle breeze that tarries, And comes along with the meadow-lark's song, Enchanted breath from the fairies. Oh, for a breeze that's laden With a fragrance pure as the maiden Who gallops and goes, and plucks the wild rose, As sweet as the vineyards of Baden. Oh, for a breeze that freshens, That takes away depressions, That cools your brow as it only knows how, And leaves such sweet impressions. A breeze from the West, I pine, Instilled with the Northern shine, Mixed with Southern breeze that September sees, To give it a tang of muscadine. __Frank A. Keefover. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 107
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