I Saw Thee Weep

 

I saw thee weep, but knew not why
Thou wast upset, nor what the thief
Called Time had stol’n, to caust such grief,
To mist with tears so blue an eye.

I heard thee sob, but could not guess
What sorrow worked within thy heart;
Thy secret was from me apart;
I could share thy bitterness.

I felt thee sigh, but dare not ask
What pent up feeling caused thee pain;
I only knew one course was plain,
To comfort thee my only task.

Perhaps one day I’ll know the truth;
Perhaps in joy with thee to share.
Now I can only be aware
Of the deep misery of youth.

1925