Hank Green Poems - Not So Far as the Forest

Hank: What really gets me going is a short polem. Well, this one's about depression. And it's called not so far as the forest by edna saint vincent milay. The heart begins here to feed on what has been. Night falls fast to day is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door. Three flakes, then four arrive, then many more, not so faras the forest. This joy i know will soon be under snowThe sun sets in a cloud and is not seen. Beauty that spoke aloud addresses only the membering ear.