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

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

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

That I’ve been long away.