Poetry of Kansas
 

Alice In The Rain.

Once a father, cruel-hearted,
      On the flats of Balis Moor,
From his only daughter parted__
      In her face he shut the door.
 
The night was dark and rainy,
      Deep the slush and slop without;
The lightning it was chainy,
      And the thunders rolled about.
 
The mild, the angel-faced Alice,
      Was driven from her gorgeous home,
Because she had a will, alas,
      To choose a lover of her own.
 
And, now 'tis Alice in the rain,
      Passing the last friendly light,
With heart o'erfill'd with pain,
      And body startl'd with afright.
 
As a drown'd ghost she moves along,
      Having not any place to go;
Nay, she will not see the dawn,
      But sinks 'neath the river's flow.
 
Ah! monster man without a heart,
      Go seek your only daughter now;
From her corpse do not start__
      Her's is a white and ghastly brow.
 
Bury fair Alice with a stone,
      Strewing flowers on the mound,
Stifling back each sudden moan,
      For the fate you doom'd she found.

__John P. Campell.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 91

 
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