Ignorance is Bliss

by Barry Cornwall
Rains fall; suns shine; winds flee;
Brooks run; yet few know how.
Do not thou too deeply search
Why thou lov'st me now!

Perhaps, by some command
Sent earthward from above,
Thy heart was doomed to lean on mine;
Mine to enjoy thy love.

Why ask, when joy doth smile,
From what bright heaven it fell?
Men mar the beauty of their dreams
By tracing their source too well.
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