You Will Not Come Again
The green has come to the leafless tree, The earth brings forth its grain ; The rose has come for the honey bee : You will not come again.
The birds have come to the empty nest, All winter full of rain ; Music has come where the silence was : You will not come again.
Love swift will come for the weak lambs' cry ; Ah for my heart's dull pain ! Lone in the cycle of change am I : You will not come again.
Dora Sigerson Shorter