Poems (Greenwood)/To one who knows
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!