SOME TIME
Last night, my darling, as you slept
I thought I heard you sigh,
And to your little crib I crept
And watched a space thereby,
And then I stooped and kissed your brow,
For oh, I love you so—
You are too young to know it now
But some time you will know.
Some time when in a darkened place
When others come to weep
Your eyes shall look upon a face
Calm in eternal sleep,
The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow,
The patient smile will show—
You are too young to know it now
But some time you will know.
Look backward then, into the years
And see me here to-night—
See, oh my darling, how my tears
Are falling as I write;
And feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago—
You are too young to know it now
But some time you will know.
—Eugene Field.