New England Diary

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'Only you are gone'

Brook in the early spring in Southbury. Conn.

 

"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.''

-- Song of a Second April, by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). She grew up in several towns on the Maine Coast before heading to New York, where she became famous.