THEY told me, when I knew thee first, <br />Thou wert not made for loving, <br />That next St. Valentine's would see <br />Thy truant heart a-roving; — <br /> <br />That thou wouldst weary of my love, <br />Turn from me, and for ever! <br />That I would meekly bow and weep, <br />But chide the rover never. <br /> <br />Ah! those were mournful prophecies, <br />To cloud the sky of youth; <br />And thou and I, we little thought <br />So soon to test their truth! <br /> <br />We are that sad truth's witnesses, <br />Proofs manifest and living, — <br />Thou art for-getting this poor heart, <br />And I am still for-giving!<br /><br />Grace Greenwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/valentine-to-one-who-knows/
