Epilogue: Why I Do Not Weep

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.