"Did You Never Know?"

by Sara Teasdale
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.