Explore "Second April: PASTORAL" by Edna St. Vincent Millay on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
If it were only still! --
With far away the shrill
Crying of a cock; / Or the shaken bell / From a cow's throat / Moving through the bushes; / Or the soft shock / Of wizened apples falling / From an old tree / In a forgotten orchard / Upon the hilly rock!
Oh, grey hill, / Where the grazing herd / Licks the purple blossom, / Crops the spiky weed! / Oh, stony pasture, / Where the tall mullein / Stands up so sturdy / On its little seed!