Can sorrow find me

Can sorrow find me in this far-off spot

Hidden in a mist of blue forget-me-not?

Through the deep shadows where the bluebells grow

I crept with silent feet that none could know.

No ruder touch than petals from the bough

Of apple bloom can fall upon me now;

No harsher sound than birds upon the wing

And all the thousand harmonies of Spring.

I have grown old in sorrow's chill embrace,

I have grown tired of tears upon my face;

Today I will forget old sorrow's pain.

Today I will be young, and glad again.

Will sorrow find me in this far-off spot

Hidden in blue-bell mist and sweet forget-me-not?