A Finch embarked
To sing—
I chased the Bird away.
Whether he gained a familiar Ear
Was never told-to me.

The Earth—swept out the Blue
The Year repealed the Sun
And sent it back to live with June
And left my Life alone

‘Twas not the Song—that hurt
Nor the Music—played too bright
I hated it because I Loved the Noise
Cheated from my Life—