SOMETIME by Eugene Field

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 20, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 20.

SOMETIME.

By Eugene Field

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, O, I love you so! You are too young to know it now, But sometime you shall know.

Sometime, 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 sometime 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 sometime you shall know.

—Eugene Field.