In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.
In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.
Year be springing or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days.
But that it went in little ways.
The Spring And The Fall
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Gary Roseman: This piece is so beautiful, sentimental, and sad. It fairly rings with a word structure which only Millay can compose. I wanted to use this poem in memory of my wife's recent death; however, I (sadly) had to alter slightly the lines which stated 'tis not love's going that hurt my days/ but that it went in little ways. Our love never faded and went in little ways.
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