I shall be brave

I shall be brave as the Spring comes by,

The sweet faint time of rose-touched orchard trees,

And fragrant field flowers tossing in the breeze,

Of pearly petals and a lilac sky.

I shall be still as the Spring comes by,

The late deep Spring of daffodils that blow,

Of singing gardens where soft pansies grow,

And woody shadows where white violets lie.

And in the hush as the Spring comes by,

The frail strange time of shy young bud and leaf,

Something shall come to heal me of my grief,

Peace and the blessing of the lilac sky.