  LAST night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, And watched a space thereby; Then, bending down, I kissed your brow— For, oh! I love you so— You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know. Some time, when, in a darkened place Where others come to weep, Your eyes shall see a weary face Calm in eternal sleep; The speechless lips, the wrinkled brow, The patient smile may show— You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know. Look backward, then, into the years, And see me here to-night— See, O my darling! how my tears Are falling as I write; And feel once more upon your brow The kiss of long ago— You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know. |
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