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."