I WOULD I had thy courage, dear, to face <br />This bankruptcy of love, and greet despair <br />With smiling eyes and unconcerned embrace, <br />And these few words of banter at “dull care.” <br />I would that I could sing and comb my hair <br />Like thee the morning through, and choose my dress, <br />And gravely argue what I best should wear, <br />A shade of ribbon or a fold of lace. <br />I would I had thy courage and thy peace, <br />Peace passing understanding; that mine eyes <br />Could find forgetfulness like thine in sleep; <br />That all the past for me like thee could cease <br />And leave me cheerfully, sublimely wise, <br />Like David with washed face who ceased to weep.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-her-lightheartedness/
