A Jog-Trot Pair

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.