by Rosamund Marriott Watson (1860 - 1911)

The unforeseen
Language: English 
How could I dream a day would ever dawn, 
How could I dream the day would dawn, indeed, 
When daffodils should glisten on the lawn,
    And I not heed ? 

How strange it seems to think I never knew, 
That one day Spring's first breath [would]1 thrill the air, 
Brown furrows shine beneath the rain-washed blue,
    And I not care. 

How could I tell a long-remembered voice 
Might stir grey sorrow from her wintry sleep ? 
I did not dream the song-thrush would rejoice,
  And I but weep. 

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1 Scott: "should"


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