They stood on the bridge at midnight, <br /> In a park not far from town; <br /> They stood on the bridge at midnight <br /> Because they didn't sit down. <br /> The moon rose o'er the city <br /> Behind the dark church spire; <br /> The moon rose o'er the city <br /> And kept on rising higher. <br /> How often, oh! how often <br /> They whispered words so soft; <br /> How often, oh! how often, <br /> How often, oh! how oft.<br /><br />Benjamin Franklin King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-often/
