Benjamin Franklin King

(17 March 1857 - 7 April 1894 / St. Joseph, Michigan)

How Often - Poem by Benjamin Franklin King

They stood on the bridge at midnight,
In a park not far from town;
They stood on the bridge at midnight
Because they didn't sit down.
The moon rose o'er the city
Behind the dark church spire;
The moon rose o'er the city
And kept on rising higher.
How often, oh! how often
They whispered words so soft;
How often, oh! how often,
How often, oh! how oft.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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