Hyla Brook

Listen to:

Hyla Brook (:47)

by Robert Frost

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode

By June our brook's run out of song and speed.

  Sought for much after that, it will be found

  Either to have gone groping underground

  (And taken with it all the Hyla breed

  That shouted in the mist a month ago,

  Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)--

  Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,

  Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent

  Even against the way its waters went.

  Its bed is left a faded paper sheet

  Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat--

  A brook to none but who remember long.

  This as it will be seen is other far

  Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.

  We love the things we love for what they are.