How Should I Know
My pretty child how should I know,
How cold winter's blight would blow;
To draw you in with such dispair,
When he sought your presence there;
How a lonely lady should come and go,
When love had left, how could she know.
How might I know dear little child,
When lovely springtime looked and smiled;
Gentle was the nodding roses breath,
Who never knew the trance of death.
Like she who stood in glad surprise,
When she imagined love in your eyes;
I did not know time so swift could pass,
As memories in a mirror's glass.
My darling child, how would I know,
How long I watched you come and go;
How I waited to see you for so long,
When all that happened was so wrong.
You came softly in a gown so white,
And filled the silence of my night;
I looked but found one lonely star,
Then knew how far heaven's gardens are.
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