Poems (Geisse)/The Eager Questioner

by Mary A. Geisse

THE EAGER QUESTIONER.

Do you hear the robins calling,
 Calling in the early morn?
Do you hear the robins calling
 As they flit amid the corn?

Do you see the daisies peeping
 From the folds of their green bed?
Do you see the daisies peeping,
 Lifting each a yellow head?

Tell me, are the cowslips nodding,
 Nodding in the gentle breeze,
While the greedy bees are sipping,
 Sipping honey at their ease?

Has the oak increased its shadow
 Since we chatted 'neath its shade?
Has the oak increased its shadow,
 And a wider circuit made?

And the willows by the stream,
 At the foot of the old hill,
Where I used to sit and dream,
 Do they greet the traveler still?

Ah, the years have been so long!
 I can scarcely hope to find,
All the dear familiar things,
 The old landmarks left behind.

But you, dear, will be the same?
 Just as loving, just as true,
Though the whole wide world should change
 You will still be always You?