Category: Millay, Edna St. Vincent

Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed

Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay I said, for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, “I’ll hear

The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I

Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I

Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She

Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of

She Is Overheard Singing Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is

Ashes of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)