After Tennyson Poem by David Mitchell

Though the tender grace of a day that is dead
May never come back to me,
Yet the joy and the warmth there was once may return
That again I may happiness see;

While the years that seemed so long have flown by
As if they were so many days,
And the loss of old friends starts a tear in the eye
And one pierces through Memory's haze:

Yet the joy I once knew has come back to me now,
All my sorrow away from me flies,
As I hear the birds chanting their glorious song,
And the Spring flourish under the skies.

(Monday,6th April,2009.)