Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Song Of A Second April - Poem by 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.


Comments about Song Of A Second April by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 12:43:00 PM)

    A nice write on how drastically things may change in the space of a year. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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