I talked with you to-day, all three,Two of you lurked unseen:Yourself, the boy you used to be,And the man you might have been.
You said that hopes to dead leaves turned,That love was but a dream;Ambition soon to ashes burned,Joy was a fleeting gleam.
You never saw that constantlyThey smiled at you unseen--The ardent boy you used to be,And the man you might have been.
