Dorothy Parker - Paths lyrics

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 gra** By the curling way I shall never dare to pa** To my dying day