Wednesday, November 16, 2016

The Lonely Tree

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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