Ah, Why Not We? - A poem by Colfax B. Harmon

Ah, Why Not We?.

Dear Love, where the soft winds 'round me blow
And wave the boughs above,
Where the tufts of shadow to and fro,
O'er the soft, green grasses move;
To-day I sit and think of you,
And dream of home and love.

Here a brook flows thro' a grassy dell,
I am sitting by its side:
And its song so sweet on my ear doth dwell,
In the sunny summer tide,
Oh, love, such rapture could not swell
My soul, were love denied.

Here blossoms bloom, a damasked bower
Just at my side is near
With odors sweet, O golden hour,
The gladdest of the year;
I wish, my pretty little flower,
Sweet Minnie, you were here.

The birds are here in the noon-day sun,
They twitter up in the tree;
Some sing in the sun their merry tune,
Some flit through the shade so free;
They love each other this dreamy June,
They love, O why not we?

^__Colfax B. Harmon.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Pages 121-122