Perhaps

Perhaps one day the sun will shine again
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain
Although bereft of you.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the suny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white may blossom sweet
Though you have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight
Although you are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain,
To see the passing of the dying year
And listen to the Christmas songs again
Although you cannot hear.

But though kind time may many joys renew
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again,because my heart,for loss of you
Was broken, long ago.

Vera Brittain