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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 - 1950
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Afternoon On A Hill
I will be the gladdest thing / Under the sun! / I will touch a hundred flowers
Alms
My heart is what it was before, / A house where people come and go; / But it is winter with your love,
Ashes Of Life
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; / Eat I must, and sleep I will,--and would that night were here! / But ah!--to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Assault
I / I had forgotten how the frogs must sound / After a year of silence, else I think
Blight
Hard seeds of hate I planted / That should by now be grown,-- / Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
City Trees
The trees along this city street, / Save for the traffic and the trains, / Would make a sound as thin and sweet
Doubt No More That Oberon
Doubt no more that Oberon-- / Never doubt that Pan / Lived, and played a reed, and ran
Ebb
I know what my heart is like / Since your love died: / It is like a hollow ledge
Eel-Grass
No matter what I say, / All that I really love / Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
Elaine
OH, come again to Astolat! / I will not ask you to be kind. / And you may go when you will go,
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