101 Poems, Number 62

Favorite Poems Throughout My Life

62: “Spring,” 1920, by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950)

Well, here’s a dark one for the spring—

No buoyant sappy verse for her!

No, she sees grief that spring can bring—

The deaths that still in spring occur.

So hope, it seems, is for the young—

Or so here says a dark Millay.

All optimistic bells have rung,

And all their echoes passed away.

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