You Will Not Come Again

The green has come to the leafless tree,
The earth brings forth its grain;
The flower has come for the honey bee:
You will not come again.

The birds have come to the empty nest,
All winter full of rain;
So music has come where the silence was:
You will not come again.

Love will come for the weak lambs' cry;
Alas for my heart's dull pain!
In the cycle of change I alone am lone:
You will not come again.