A string of shiny days we had, <br /> A spotless sky, a yellow sun; <br />And neither you nor I was sad <br /> When that was through and done. <br /> <br />But when, one day, a boy comes by <br /> And pleads me with your happiest vow, <br />"There was a lad I knew--" I'll sigh, <br /> "I do not know him now." <br /> <br />And when another girl shall pass <br /> And speak a little name I said, <br />Then you will say, "There was a lass- <br /> I wonder is she dead." <br /> <br />And each of us will sigh, and start <br /> A-talking of a faded year, <br />And lay a hand above a heart, <br /> And dry a pretty tear.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dramatists/
