Tribute To A Friend
Which any man would be rich to win;
But alas, to me she's distant, cold;
But to love her not would be a sin.
The brightest star in yonder dome
Cannot outshine her eyes so blue;
Rich Croesus well might crown a home
With heart like hers, so tender, true.
The sun shines not on lovelier flower
Than this wild rose of western clime:
But my heart lies low in yon lover's bower___
"Stranded on the shores of time."
__Richard S. Dunbar.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Thomas B. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers Association. 1894)