Perhaps
PERHAPS by VERA BRITTAIN
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 I feel 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.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to the Christmas songs again
Although You cannot hear.
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.
| Title |
Perhaps
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| Author |
Brittain, Vera (1893-1970)
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| Item date |
1995
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| Content | |
| Digital repository | |
| First line |
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again
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| Publication source |
Verses of a V.A.D; Literary Estate of Vera Brittain
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| Publishers |
Imperial War Museum
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| Publication place |
London
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Collection
Citation
“Perhaps,” by Brittain, Vera (1893-1970). First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 17, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/1744.
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