An apple orchard smells like wine; <br />A succory flower is blue; <br />Until Grief touched these eyes of mine, <br />Such things I never knew. <br /> <br />And now indeed I know so plain <br />Why one would like to cry <br />When spouts are full of April rain— <br />Such lonely folk go by! <br /> <br />So wise, so wise—that my tears fall <br />Each breaking of the dawn; <br />That I do long to tell you all— <br />But you are dead and gone.<br /><br />Lizette Woodworth Reese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wise-2/
