They never saw my lover's face, <br />They only know our love was brief, <br />Wearing awhile a windy grace <br />And passing like an autumn leaf. <br /> <br />They wonder why I do not weep, <br />They think it strange that I can sing, <br />They say, "Her love was scarcely deep <br />Since it has left so slight a sting." <br /> <br />They never saw my love, nor knew <br />That in my heart's most secret place <br />I pity them as angels do <br />Men who have never seen God's face.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pity/
