Questions And Answer
HAD I a heart till that day?
Who knows, who knows?
Ere the leaf burst upwards can any say
'Here is a green thing hidden away
In the lingering new year snows'?
Could I have loved one not her?
Can I tell, can I tell?
When northern seas feel their life, and stir
In their one day's dawn, can they judge and aver
'Some other dawn were as well'?
Could I, she lost, love again?
May be, may be.
The dead man moulders through sun and rain,
While a soul forgets his joy and his pain;
Yet that soul which forgets is still he.
poem by Augusta Davies Webster
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