A Broken Promise

Do you mind the day I left you at the turning of the lane,
The wind from Ballyvara came soft with mist and rain,
Do you mind the lingering handclasp and the last long look I gave^___
But they say there's no remembering or longing in the grave.

Do you mind the promise that you made when fortune favored me
That you'd come as fast as ship could sail across the wide gray sea^___
Fortune came with weary waiting^___you bid me to be brave^___
But they say a given promise is forgotten in the grave.

^__Katherine Edelman

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 56
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)