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   Who were the twain that trod this track

      So many times together

         Hither and back,

In spells of certain and uncertain weather?

   Commonplace in conduct they

      Who wandered to and fro here

         Day by day:

Two that few dwellers troubled themselves to know here.

   The very gravel-path was prim

      That daily they would follow:

         Borders trim:

Never a wayward sprout, or hump, or hollow.

   Trite usages in tamest style

      Had tended to their plighting.

         “It’s just worth while,

Perhaps,” they had said.  “And saves much sad good-nighting.”

   And petty seemed the happenings

      That ministered to their joyance:

         Simple things,

Onerous to satiate souls, increased their buoyance.

   Who could those common people be,

      Of days the plainest, barest?

         They were we;

Yes; happier than the cleverest, smartest, rarest.