Ellis Parker Butler (5 December 1869 - 13 September 1937 / Muscatine / Iowa / United States)
I hold her letter as I stand,
Nor break the seal; no need to guess
What dainty little female hand
Penned this most delicate address.
The scented seal—I break it not,
But stand in stormy revery;
I tremble as I wonder what
She who penned this will say to me.
I wonder what my wife will say
If so it be she e’er shall know
I only mailed her note today—
It should have gone two weeks ago!
Ellis Parker Butler's Other Poems
- A Culinary Puzzle
- A Lost Angel
- A Minute
- A Pastoral
- A Question
- A Satisfactory Reform
- A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister
- A St. Valentine’s Day Tragedy
- A Study In Feeling
- An Exception
- An Old-Fashioned Garden
- At Variance
- Bird Nesting
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