Sonnet: "Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring"

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
   And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
   And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
   And all the nests that the bared branches show,
   And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.

You go no more on your exultant feet
   Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
   Of a bird's wings too high in air to view, —
But you were something more than young and sweet
   And fair, — and the long year remembers you.

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