Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

By Telephone - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

I never saw my love ; but I

Can fancy that she 's wond'rous fair :
With splendid eyes, that flash and shine

Beneath her wealth of lustrous hair.
I know her lips are cherry red,

Her cheeks like blossoms newly blown ;
And I am wild to see her since,

I fell in love by telephone.

I never stood beside my love ;

I never held her hand in mine ;
I never saw her smile, but, oh,

Her voice is dulcet, sweet, divine !
I stand beside the instrument,

And catch with gladness every tone ;
And count myself most happy when,

I love my love by telephone.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

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