THEY told me, when I knew thee first, Thou wert not made for loving, That next St. Valentine's would see Thy truant heart a-roving; -- That thou wouldst weary of my love, Turn from me, and for ever! That I would meekly bow and weep, But chide the rover never. Ah! those were mournful prophecies, To cloud the sky of youth; And thou and I, we little thought So soon to test their truth! We are that sad truth's witnesses, Proofs manifest and living, -- Thou art for-getting this poor heart, And I am still for-giving! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |