How I Loved You
Too little did I worry,
Too little did I know—
I wasn’t sure that you would stay,
But I never thought you’d go.
And isn’t it amazing,
How quickly day turned night?
It seems my eyes are failing,
For I cannot see the light.
O, they say that it is coming,
No farther than the dawn—
But it seems the sun is indisposed,
For it weeps that you are gone.
Some will call it merely rain,
But how are they to know?
Whatever do they know of pain—
Or how I loved you so?
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