Poems (Terry, 1861)/Doubt

by Rose Terry Cooke

For works with similar titles, see Doubt.

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?

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?

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?

"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."