They never saw my lover's face, 
they only know our love was brief, 
wearing a while and windy grace 
and passing like an autumn leaf. 

They wonder why I do not weep, 
they think it strange that I can sing, 
they say "Her love was scarcely deep, 
since it as left so slight a sting."

They never saw my love, nor knew 
that in my heart's most secret place 
I pity them as angels do men 
who have never seen God's face.