Flower-gathering

 
I Left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,         5
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
 
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay         10
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while         15
That I’ve been long away.