Edna St. Vincent Millay - Not So Far as the Forest lyrics

I That chill is in the air Which the wise know well, and even have learned to bear. This joy, I know, Will soon be under snow. The sun sets in a cloud And is not seen. Beauty, that spoke aloud, Addresses now only the remembering ear. The heart begins here To feed on what has been. Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more. II Branch by branch This tree has died. Green only Is one last bough, moving its leaves in the sun. What evil ate its root, what blight, What ugly thing, Let the mole say, the bird sing; Or the white worm behind the shedding bark Tick in the dark. You and I have only one thing to do: Saw the trunk through. III Distressèd mind, forbear To tease the hooded Why: That shape will not reply. From the warm chair To the wind's welter Flee, if storm's your shelter. But no, you needs must part, Fling him his release-- On whose ungenerous heart Alone you are at peace. IV Not dead of wounds, not borne Home to the village on a litter of branches, torn By splendid claws and the talk all night of the villagers, But stung to d**h by gnats Lies Love. What swamp I sweated through for all these years Is at length plain to me. V Poor pa**ionate thing, Even with this clipped wing how well you flew!--though not so far as the forest. Unwounded and unspent, serene but for the eye's bright trouble, Was it the lurching flight, the unequal wind under the lopped feathers that brought you down, To sit in folded colours on the empty level field, Visible as a ship, paling the yellow stubble? Rebellious bird, warm body foreign and bright, Has no one told you?--Hopeless is your flight Towards the high branches. Here is your home, Between barnyard strewn with grain and the forest tree. Though Time refeather the wing, Ankle slip the ring, The once-confined thing Is never again free.