One ought not to have to care
So much as you and I
Care when the birds come round the house
To seem to say good-bye;
Or care so much when they come back
With whatever it is they sing;
The truth being we are as much
Too glad for the one thing
As we are too sad for the other here—
With birds that fill their breasts
But with each other and themselves
And their built or driven nests.
I am busy working to bring Robert Frost's "The Hill Wife - Loneliness" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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