Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, <br />And I shall see that still the skies are blue, <br />And feel once more I do not live in vain, <br />Although bereft of You. <br /> <br />Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet <br />Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, <br />And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, <br />Though You have passed away. <br /> <br />Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, <br />And crimson roses once again be fair, <br />And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, <br />Although You are not there. <br /> <br />Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain <br />To see the passing of the dying year, <br />And listen to Christmas songs again, <br />Although You cannot hear.' <br /> <br />But though kind Time may many joys renew, <br />There is one greatest joy I shall not know <br />Again, because my heart for loss of You <br />Was broken, long ago.<br /><br />Vera Brittain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-to-r-a-l/
