Ah, Why Not We?.
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)