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—