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We are both of us sad at heart, / But I wonder who can say / Which has the harder part, / Or the bitterer grief to-day.
You grieve for a love that was lost / Before it had reached its prime; / I sit here and count the cost / Of a love that has lived its time.
Your blossom was plucked in its May, / In its dawning beauty and pride; / Mine lived till the August day, / And reached fruition and died.
You pressed its leaves in a book, / And you weep sweet tears o'er them. / Dry eyed I sit and look / On a withered and broken stem.
And now that all is told, / Which is the sadder, pray, / To give up your dream with its gold, / Or to see it fade into grey?