I came to you for just a little while,
said I was sad, and wanted you to smile.
I saw a sudden struggle on your face
appear and vanish, leaving not a trace,
and from your words, from all that you could give,
I knew again that it was good to live.
Later I heard: that night, that very same,
your heart was broken just before 1 came,
a dream was gone, one you had cherished best —
and yet you laughed — to comfort my unrest;
now, how can days go on and I be gay,
knowing that you are sad that very day?
