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.
- by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950), appears in Second April [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Timothy Hoekman , "Song of a Second April", 2009, published 2011 [ voice and piano ], from Five Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this text: Malcolm Wren [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2020-08-27
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