I'M SORRY
I'm sorry, dear—
But I did not know
That behind your eyes,
Where the joy-fields grow
And dance to the joy of dancing skies,
There were forests where graver flowers rise;
Weighted with shadow,
They stand tiptoe:
So I'm sorry, dear—
I did not know.
I'm sorry, dear.
As we older grow
There will come a day,
May its feet move slow,
When we, where the life-fields fade to gray
And the skies dance not, shall have naught to say,
Met by a Shadow,
In voices low,
But, "I'm sorry, God—
I did not know."