I shall not tether my heart to sorrow
To dwell on thoughts that won\'t ever change what\'s been done
Though deep-felt my loss of you, it would wrong the force of living that we all borrow
To stifle the beauty of flowers still to bloom in life\'s garden
For no mortal hand can alter the course the river flowed
You would rue time wasted in grief that held no sense
No one knows what lies beyond tomorrow
But the future may hold a share of sweet memories in recompense
For the lush green summer meadows we both loved will carry on
The Speckled Wood, Wall and Fritillary will still glance by
And in shaded woodland glades the thrush will still burst into song
And wondrous shower-clouds will billow their majestic beauty into the sky
And as the mill-wheel slowly grinds and turns, my turn will some day come
But meanwhile I\'ll see your smile as I try to treasure each tomorrow
And resolve to tread a path of joy, as a book that\'s just begun
And resolve to not tether my heart to sorrow