{"id":8221,"date":"2022-05-20T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-20T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8221"},"modified":"2022-05-20T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-05-20T05:00:00","slug":"he-wonders-if-she-knows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/he-wonders-if-she-knows\/","title":{"rendered":"He Wonders If She Knows"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Rock Island Argus, May 20, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI wonder if you know how fair
    You make the world for me?
I wonder if you know that where
    You are I long to be?
Your smile is like the morning sun
    That gladdens all below;
When you appear the day\u2019s begun,
But when we part the day is done\u2014
I wonder if you know or care,
    I wonder if you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(He wonders if she knows or cares;
    Why should he ever doubt it?
The lovelorn, longing look he wears
    Has told her all about it.
Although he never tells her so,
He may be sure that she will know;
Love needs no speech\u2014long, long ago
    Love learned to do without it.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI wonder if you ever guess
    That when you linger near
The world is filled with loveliness,
    That when you leave \u2019tis drear?
For you, sweetheart, it is that all
    The fairest breezes blow,
And from the skies the stars would fall
Responsive to your witching call;
You smile to gladden and to bless\u2014
    I wonder if you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(He wonders if his sweetheart knows
    Or has the wit to guess it;
He tells it everywhere he goes
    His looks and sights confess it;
He thinks her lips forbidden fruit,
Ah, let him cease from being mute,
And boldly, bravely press his suit\u2014
    She longs for him to press it.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Rock Island Argus, May 20, 1914. By Henry Howland. \u201cI wonder if you know how fair    You make the world for me?I wonder if you know that where    You are I long to be?Your smile is like the morning sun    That gladdens all below;When you appear the day\u2019s begun,But when […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-8221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-henry-howland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8221","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8221"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8221\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}