We sat under an old thorn-tree <br />And talked away the night, <br />Told all that had been said or done <br />Since first we saw the light, <br />And when we talked of growing up <br />Knew that we'd halved a soul <br />And fell the one in t'other's arms <br />That we might make it whole; <br />Then peter had a murdering look, <br />For it seemed that he and she <br />Had spoken of their childish days <br />Under that very tree. <br />O what a bursting out there was, <br />And what a blossoming, <br />When we had all the summer-time <br />And she had all the spring!<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-young-and-old-viii-summer-and-spring/
