LOVE’S WONDERMENT
I loved a maiden fair as dewy morn;
She was not lean, nor was she stout;
And as we spooned the livelong day
I wondered how ’twould all turn out;
And the sun went up in the azure sky,
And the sun went down as she and me
Sat all the time and wondered why,
And questioned what the end might be.
I’m married; my wonderment is o’er—
The future now is no longer hid;
For while my darling lays back to snore
I walk the floor with a howling kid;
And my son I raise from his little bed,
For he won’t stay there—not he;
And as my heel goes on a tack
I wonder what the end will be.
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