Poems (Millay)/Song of a Second April
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Song of a Second April
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 soAre here again, and butterflies.
There rings a hammering all day, And shingles lie about the doors;In orchards near and far away The grey woodpecker taps and bores; And 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 runAmong the mullein stalks the sheep Go up the hillside in the sun, Pensively,—only you are gone,You that alone I cared to keep.