I shall tread, another year
Ways I walked with Grief
Past the dry, ungarnered ear
And the brittle leaf

I shall stand, a year apart
Wondering, and shy
Thinking, "Here she broke her heart
Here she pled to die."

I shall hear the pheasants call
And the raucous geese
Down these ways, another Fall
I shall walk with Peace

But the pretty path I trod
Hand-in-hand with Love
Underfoot, the nascent sod
Brave young boughs above

And the stripes of ribbon grass
By the curling way
I shall never dare to pass
To my dying day