Benjamin Franklin King Jr Poems >>
How Often

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.