Дора Сигерсон Шортер (Dora Sigerson Shorter)

You Will Not Come Again

The green has come to the leafless tree,
   The earth brings forth its grain;
The flower has come for the honey bee:
   You will not come again.

The birds have come to the empty nest,
   All winter full of rain;
So music has come where the silence was:
   You will not come again.

Love will come for the weak lambs’ cry;
   Alas for my heart’s dull pain!
In the cycle of change I alone am lone:
   You will not come again.

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