Poems (Dorr)/My Birthday

by Julia Caroline Dorr

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MY BIRTHDAY

My birthday!—"How many years ago?
 Twenty or thirty?" Don't ask me!
"Forty or fifty?"—How can I tell?
 I do not remember my birth, you see!

It is hearsay evidence—nothing more!
 Once on a time, the legends say,
A girl was born—and that girl was I.
 How can I vouch for the truth, I pray?

I know I am here, but when I came
 Let some one wiser than I am tell!
Did this sweet flower you plucked for me
 Know when its bud began to swell?

How old am I? You ought to know
 Without any telling of mine, my dear!
For when I came to this happy earth
 Were you not waiting for me here?

A dark-eyed boy on the northern hills,
 Chasing the hours with flying feet,
Did you not know your wife was born,
 By a subtile prescience, faint yet sweet?

Did never a breath from the south-land come,
 With sunshine laden and rare perfume,
To lift your hair with a soft caress,
 And waken your heart to richer bloom?

Not one? O mystery strange as life!
 To think that we who are now so dear
Were once in our dreams so far apart,
 Nor cared if the other were far or near!

But—how old am I? You must tell.
 Just as old as I seem to you!
Nor shall I a day older be
 While life remaineth and love is true!