{"id":540,"date":"2010-06-10T02:35:36","date_gmt":"2010-06-10T02:35:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=540"},"modified":"2010-06-10T02:35:36","modified_gmt":"2010-06-10T02:35:36","slug":"she-is-overheard-singing-by-edna-st-vicent-millay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/she-is-overheard-singing-by-edna-st-vicent-millay\/","title":{"rendered":"She Is Overheard Singing by Edna St. Vicent Millay"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892?1950)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

She Is Overheard Singing<\/h2>\n

Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
\nAnd Joan a gentle lover,
\nAnd Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,?
\nBut my true love’s a rover!<\/p>\n

Mig, her man’s as good as cheese
\nAnd honest as a briar,
\nSue tells her love what he’s thinking of,?
\nBut my dear lad’s a liar!<\/p>\n

Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
\nAre thick with Mig and Joan!
\nThey bite their threads and shake their heads
\nAnd gnaw my name like a bone;<\/p>\n

And Prue says, “Mine’s a patient man,
\nAs never snaps me up,”
\nAnd Agatha, “Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,
\nCould live content in a cup;”<\/p>\n

Sue’s man’s mind is like good jell?
\nAll one colour, and clear?
\nAnd Mig’s no call to think at all
\nWhat’s to come next year,<\/p>\n

While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
\nThat’s troubled with that and this;?
\nBut they all would give the life they live
\nFor a look from the man I kiss!<\/p>\n

Cold he slants his eyes about,
\nAnd few enough’s his choice,?
\nThough he’d slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
\nOr a beggar with knots in her voice,?<\/p>\n

And Agatha will turn awake
\nWhile her good man sleeps sound,
\nAnd Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
\nWill hear the clock strike round,<\/p>\n

For Prue she has a patient man,
\nAs asks not when or why,
\nAnd Mig and Sue have naught to do
\nBut peep who’s passing by,<\/p>\n

Joan is paired with a putterer
\nThat bastes and tastes and salts,
\nAnd Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,?
\nBut my true love is false!<\/p>\n

She Is Overheard Singing<\/p>\n

Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
\nAnd Joan a gentle lover,
\nAnd Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,?
\nBut my true love’s a rover!<\/p>\n

Mig, her man’s as good as cheese
\nAnd honest as a briar,
\nSue tells her love what he’s thinking of,?
\nBut my dear lad’s a liar!<\/p>\n

Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
\nAre thick with Mig and Joan!
\nThey bite their threads and shake their heads
\nAnd gnaw my name like a bone;<\/p>\n

And Prue says, “Mine’s a patient man,
\nAs never snaps me up,”
\nAnd Agatha, “Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,
\nCould live content in a cup;”<\/p>\n

Sue’s man’s mind is like good jell?
\nAll one colour, and clear?
\nAnd Mig’s no call to think at all
\nWhat’s to come next year,<\/p>\n

While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
\nThat’s troubled with that and this;?
\nBut they all would give the life they live
\nFor a look from the man I kiss!<\/p>\n

Cold he slants his eyes about,
\nAnd few enough’s his choice,?
\nThough he’d slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
\nOr a beggar with knots in her voice,?<\/p>\n

And Agatha will turn awake
\nWhile her good man sleeps sound,
\nAnd Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
\nWill hear the clock strike round,<\/p>\n

For Prue she has a patient man,
\nAs asks not when or why,
\nAnd Mig and Sue have naught to do
\nBut peep who’s passing by,<\/p>\n

Joan is paired with a putterer
\nThat bastes and tastes and salts,
\nAnd Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,?
\nBut my true love is false!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,111],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-540","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-millay"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/540","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=540"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/540\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=540"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=540"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=540"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}