Destiny.There were no urging voices in the spring, And when love clings with rapturous arms around me I sometimes wish there were no reckoning. Unhand, unhand, all loves that would detain me The road is clear, though sharp its flinty sting, Have I not washed your feet unto the parting, And would you make a servant of a king? __Elizabeth N. Barr |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
Page 21
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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