THEY never saw my lover's face, They only know our love was brief, Wearing awhile a windy grace And passing like an autumn leaf. They wonder why I do not weep, They think it strange that I can sing, They say, "Her love was scarcely deep Since it has left so slight a sting." They never saw my love, nor knew That in my heart's most secret place I pity them as angels do Men who have never seen God's face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |