I left you in the morning, <br />And in the morning glow, <br />You walked a way beside me <br />To make me sad to go. <br />Do you know me in the gloaming, <br />Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming? <br />Are you dumb because you know me not, <br />Or dumb because you know? <br /> <br />All for me And not a question <br />For the faded flowers gay <br />That could take me from beside you <br />For the ages of a day? <br />They are yours, and be the measure <br />Of their worth for you to treasure, <br />The measure of the little while <br />That I've been long away.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-gathering/
