I wonder if you knew. (Beloved hands!
Somehow I cannot seem to see them still.
Somehow I cannot scem to see the dust
In your bright hair.) What is the need of Heaven When earth can be so sweet?-If only God
Had let us love,-and show the world the way!
Strange cancellings must ink th' eternal books
When love-crossed-out will bring the answer right!
That first sweet-pea! I wonder where it is.
It seems to me I laid it down somewhere,
And yet,-I am not sure. I am not sure,
Even, if it was white or pink; for then
Twas much like any other flower to me,
Save that it was the first. I did not know,
Then, that it was the last. If I had known-
But then, it does not matter. Strange how few,