YOU WILL NOT COME AGAIN

By Dora Sigerson Shorter

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.