Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay I’ll keep a little tavern Below the high hill’s crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. There shall be plates a-plenty, And mugs to melt the chill Of all the grey-eyed people Who happen up the hill. There sound will sleep the traveller, And…
Millay, Edna St. Vincent
Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay I said, for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come, “I’ll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed; But I’ll never leave my pillow, though there be some As would let him in and take him in with tears!” I said….
The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, White and awful the moonlight reached Over the floor,…
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to…
Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Witch-Wife by Edna St. Vincent Millay She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. ? She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of…
Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Kin to Sorrow by Edna St. Vincent Millay Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door? Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow? And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigolds…
She Is Overheard Singing by Edna St. Vicent Millay
She Is Overheard Singing Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,? But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as cheese And honest as a briar, Sue tells her love what he’s thinking of,? But my dear lad’s a liar! Oh,…
Ashes of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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! Would that it were day again!?with twilight near! Love has gone and left me and I don’t know…