Hugh McDonald - Do You Think That I Do Not Know lyrics

They say that I never have written of love, They say that my heart is such That finer feelings are far above; But a writer may know too much. There are darkest depths in the brightest nights, When the clustering stars hang low; There are things it would break his strong heart to write Do you think that I do not know? When the love-burst came, like an English Spring, In days when our hair was brown, And the hem of her skirt was a sacred thing And her hair was an angel's crown. The shock when another man touched her arm, Where the dancers sat round in a row; The hope and despair, and the false alarm Do you think that I do not know? By the arbour lights on the western farms, You remember the question put, While you held her warm in your quivering arms And you trembled from head to foot. The electric shock from her finger tips, And the murmuring answer low, The soft, shy yielding of warm red lips Do you think that I do not know? She was buried at Brighton, where Gordon sleeps, When I was a world away; And the sad old garden its secret keeps, For nobody knows to-day. She left a message for me to read, Where the wild wide oceans flow; Do you know how the heart of a man can bleed Do you think that I do not know?