The day you came upon us in the wood
You said no word but only glanced at me,
And then went on to talk of something else.

How could I tell you you'd misunderstood
When you—you said no word of it to me,
But talked so steadily of something else?

If you had only spoken out I could
Have told you all and you forgiven me,
But you thought best to talk of something else.

Because your heart was troubled you thought good
To say no word about it and spare me:
So we must always talk of something else.