When we were together, heart of my heart, on that unforgotten quest, <br />With your tender arm about me thrown and your head upon my breast, <br />There came a grief that was bitter and deep and straitly dwell with me, <br />And I shunned it not, so sweet it was to suffer and be with thee. <br /> <br />And now when no more against mine own is beating thine eager heart, <br />When thine eyes are turned from the glance of mine and our ways are far apart, <br />A dear and long-sought joy has come my constant guest to be, <br />And I love it not, so bitter it is, unfelt, unshared, by thee.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-difference-2/
