Song Of A Second April

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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Non-Music, Modernism (Literature)

Song Of A Second April

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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.

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  • Edna St. Vincent Millay