Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

Did You Never Know? - Poem 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.


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Comments about Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale

  • (1/13/2016 10:04:00 PM)


    One of my favorites (Report) Reply

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  • (1/2/2008 1:16:00 AM)


    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
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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