Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me—
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year—
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
Submitted by Venus
Very well written, and with so much truth when you think of lfe, dont we all have that certain hidden secret within our souls till death due us part....... EXCELENT Bonnie
This poem still captivates my person, it contains still rthe great Beauty as Sara Teasdale constantly has. This poem touched my heart deepest!
Most deserving poem as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Still the highest 5 Stars points
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking, I know your secret, my dear, my dear. This sounds so closest to the heart and yet unknown, a brilliant mysterious addition. This poem still mesmerizes me
A beautiful poem. So deeply touching and well expressed.
CONGRATS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day! TOP Marks as always the girl is, a lovely poem by Sara Teasdale, delicate words and sensitive puns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. My favourite.
MINE either, bro