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

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