Poetry of Kansas


Above her casement, high in air,
      There climbs a rose;
Like to herself it blooms full fair,
Oft in the night of her raven hair
      Its crimson .glows.
To me she has given many flowers,
But ever on my suit she lowers
      When I propose;
And vainly I have pled for hours
      To gain that rose.
She turns the verse I fondly plan,
      To plainest prose;
So now I find I'm not the man
      Who'll win the rose.
___Perlee R. Bennett
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 137
September 5, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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