Poem by Benjamin Franklin King

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.

1. The Chautauquan Maid
2. De Sun's Comin' Back
3. I'm a Bluejay
4. Benton Harbor, Mich
5. The River St. Joe

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