Perhaps some 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 sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white
May-blossoms 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.
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.
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