I can
recall
A day in
fall
When I thought you
sleeping.
Surprised was I
To hear you
sigh
And find you softly
weeping.
I did not know
Why you were low
Though long I sat and guessed.
That you cried
You long denied
Whenever you I pressed.
Though through the years
I've seen no tears,
My conscience oft disturbs my sleep.
Still I wonder
While you slumber
If it was I who made you weep.
--Basil Chalmondeley