by Robert Laurence Binyon
We have planted a tree,
And behold, it has flowers.
How lovely their joy!
Yet they know not of ours,
Who have shared in dull cares
And the sharpness of pain
Yet feel in our kisses
The first kiss again,
And with hand clasped in hand
We turn and we see
The sweet laughing flowers
On our own fair tree.
Last updated January 14, 2019