We spoke no word and we gave no look, But we quarrelled, my love and I; And our hearts ran dead as an empty brook, Though neither of us knew why. And many a time in the later years, With reason enough, God wot, We have come to reproaches and wrath and tears, That soon were gone and forgot; But still we remember the hour malign, And must till the day we die, -- The hour when we quarrelled and made no sign, And neither of us knew why. |