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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 shall know!
Some time when, in a darkened place Where others come to weep,
Your eyes shall look upon a face Calm in eternal sleep,
The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow, The patient smile shall show—You are too young to know it now, But some time you may know!
Look backward, then, into the years, And see me here to-night—See,
O 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 shall know.
Eugene Field
Eugene Field Sr. (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. He was
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