Who were the twain that trod this track <br />So many times together <br />Hither and back, <br />In spells of certain and uncertain weather? <br /> <br />Commonplace in conduct they <br />Who wandered to and fro here <br />Day by day: <br />Two that few dwellers troubled themselves to know here. <br /> <br />The very gravel-path was prim <br />That daily they would follow: <br />Borders trim: <br />Never a wayward sprout, or hump, or hollow. <br /> <br />Trite usages in tamest style <br />Had tended to their plighting. <br />'It's just worth while, <br />Perhaps,' they had said. 'And saves much sad good-nighting.' <br /> <br />And petty seemed the happenings <br />That ministered to their joyance: <br />Simple things, <br />Onerous to satiate souls, increased their buoyance. <br /> <br />Who could those common people be, <br />Of days the plainest, barest? <br />They were we; <br />Yes; happier than the cleverest, smartest, rarest.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-jog-trot-pair/
