Caroline Hinrichs, ‘22
Cayuga with its crawling thunder
In late March stood still and grey
Students, campus torn asunder
As we packed and went away.
N’er did Schoellkopf stand so empty
As it did that summer green.
Chimes atop our tower wept, for
No chimesmaster could be seen.
Now as autumn lights the grounds
And vultures fly across the lake
Still! And you might hear the sound
That less than ten masked singers make.
Spaced apart in sculpture gardens,
Learning theory over zoom,
Sending tons and tons of emails-
One chorus in 40 rooms.
Still, with bated breath we’re waiting
For the day when, in a throng
We can safely lift the chorus
Of a rousing evening song.