Summary: Springtime Special:<br> Gone and gone for evermore.<br> ⁓The Voice before the Void<br> “Song of a Second April”<br> Edna St. Vincent Millay<br> April this year, not otherwise<br> Than April of a year ago,<br> Is full of whispers, full of sighs,<br> Of dazzling mud and dingy snow;<br> Hepaticas that pleased you so<br> Are here again, and butterflies.<br> There rings a hammering all day,<br> And shingles lie about the doors;<br> In orchards near and far away<br> The grey wood-pecker taps and bores;<br> The men are merry at their chores,<br> And children earnest at their play.<br> The larger streams run still and deep,<br> Noisy and swift the small brooks run.<br> Among the mullein stalks the sheep<br> Go up the hillside in the sun,<br> Pensively, —only you are gone,<br> You that alone I cared to keep.<br>
