Louis Untermeyer

The Marvel

UP on the hill where trees were bare
 I saw her go the first spring dawn.
The thrushes came while she was there
 And sang when she had gone.
 
I looked at noon, and saw how light
 Had crept into the apple row.
“The hill,” I said, “will soon be white
 With April apple snow.”
 
So I was sure that I had learned
 Why thrushes sang where she went by—
Yet on the day that she returned
 The leaves began to die.

From “Wings of Spring”

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