My love & I walked in the dark

My love & I walked in the dark

George Orwell

My love & I walked in the dark
Of many a scented night in June;
My love & I did oft remark
How yellow was the waning moon,
How yellow was the moon.


My love & I walked in the sun
Of many a golden summer day;
My love & I were quite at one
To say how sweetly smelt the hay,
How sweetly smelt the hay.


And all throughout that pleasant while,
When life & earth appeared so fair,
My love & I did often smile
To think what happy folks we were,
What happy folks we were.


But now, with one thing & another,
When we are old & wise, it seems
My love & I do never bother
To talk upon those ancient themes,
Those idle, ancient themes.


The suns & moons are much the same,
But all their golden charms are fled,
And she & I look back with shame
To think of all the things we said,
The foolish things we said.