“Song of a Second April” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Gone and gone for evermore.

“Song of a Second April”

Edna St. Vincent Millay

April this year, not otherwise

Than April of a year ago,

Is full of whispers, full of sighs,

Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;

Hepaticas that pleased you so

Are here again, and butterflies.

There rings a hammering all day,

And shingles lie about the doors;

In orchards near and far away

The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;

The men are merry at their chores,

And children earnest at their play.

The larger streams run still and deep,

Noisy and swift the small brooks run.

Among the mullein stalks the sheep

Go up the hillside in the sun,

Pensively, —only you are gone,

You that alone I cared to keep.