The Dramatists

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