Poetry of Kansas

Unrequited Love.

I NEVER can love him, though he worships me,
      And though he would fall at my shrine;
I never can love him, so what is the use
      To torture this poor heart of mine.
So I must refuse him; but let it be gentle,
      And kindly I'll bid him to go,
And seek him another who is more worthy,
      For I am unloving, I know.
My love is too trifling when measured with his,
      My heart, it wants to be free;
And so I will bid him good-by for the last time,
      And tell him to forget one so fickle as me.

__Hulda Fetzer.

Hulda Fetzer
(Independence, KS: ___. 1906)
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