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.

by Sarah Teasdale