Poems (Terry, 1861)/Doubt
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DOUBT.
The bee knows honey,
And the blossoms light,
Day the dawning,
Stars the night;
The slow, glad river
Knows its sea;
Is it true, Love,
I know not thee?
And the blossoms light,
Day the dawning,
Stars the night;
The slow, glad river
Knows its sea;
Is it true, Love,
I know not thee?
When the Summer
Brings snow-drifts piled,
When the planets
Go wandering wild,
When the old hill-tops
Valleys be,—
Tell me true, Love,
Shall I know thee?
Brings snow-drifts piled,
When the planets
Go wandering wild,
When the old hill-tops
Valleys be,—
Tell me true, Love,
Shall I know thee?
Where'er I wander,
By sea or shore,
A dim, sweet vision.
Flies fast before,
Its lingering shadow
Floats over me;—
I know thy shade, Love,
Do I know thee?
By sea or shore,
A dim, sweet vision.
Flies fast before,
Its lingering shadow
Floats over me;—
I know thy shade, Love,
Do I know thee?
"Rest in thy dreaming,
Child divine!
What grape-bloom knoweth
Its fiery wine?
Only the sleeper
No sun can see;
He that doubteth
Knows not me."
Child divine!
What grape-bloom knoweth
Its fiery wine?
Only the sleeper
No sun can see;
He that doubteth
Knows not me."