Poems (Greenwood)/To one who knows

by Grace Greenwood

TO ONE WHO KNOWS.

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!