| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 154. I Know Not Why |
| | | By Morris Rosenfeld |
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| I LIFT mine eyes against the sky, | |
| The clouds are weeping, so am I; | |
| I lift mine eyes again on high, | |
| The sun is smiling, so am I. | |
| Why do I smile? Why do I weep? | 5 |
| I do not know; it lies too deep. | |
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| I hear the winds of autumn sigh, | |
| They break my heart, they make me cry; | |
| I hear the birds of lovely spring, | |
| My hopes revive, I help them sing. | 10 |
| Why do I sing? Why do I cry? | |
| It lies so deep, I know not why. | |
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