| Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. |
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| 8. Hyla Brook |
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| 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, | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
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