Red-BudWhen the red-bud blooms in the spring And then, as of old, for sheer rapture My heart will sing. The red-bud rosily blossomed In valley and hill and plain, And yet my heart could not banish Its sense of pain. __May Frink Converse |
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 31
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)
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