I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields,In converse with sweet women long since dead;And out of blossoms which that ...
I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields,In converse with sweet women long since dead;And out of blossoms which that ...
My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,The pallid hare that runs before the dayHaving brought your earnest counsels to an ...
Into the golden vessel of great songLet us pour all our passion; breast to breastLet other lovers lie, in love ...
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,And drag me at your chariot till I die,--Oh, heavy prince! Oh, ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,Being wrought not of a dearness and a death,But of a ...
Cherish you then the hope I shall forgetAt length, my lord, Pieria?-put awayFor your so passing sake, this mouth of ...
Once more into my arid days like dew,Like wind from an oasis, or the soundOf cold sweet water bubbling underground,A ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veinsAre frosty channels to a muted stream,And out of all our burning their ...
No rose that in a garden ever grew,In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine,Though buried under centuries of fineDead ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun!It's long ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I am save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely ...
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow!Faithless am I save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely I ...
I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind,Am urged by your propinquity ...
And you as well must die, beloved dust,And all your beauty stand you in no stead;This flawless, vital hand, this ...
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,-but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, ...
Even in the moment of our earliest kiss,When sighed the straitened bud into the flower,Sat the dry seed of most ...
I know I am but summer to your heart,And not the full four seasons of the year;And you must welcome ...
I shall go back again to the bleak shoreAnd build a little shanty on the sandIn such a way that ...
I shall forget you presently, my dear,So make the most of this, your little day,Your little month, your little half ...
When I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredSave by the mists of brightness has ...
Only until this cigarette is ended,A little moment at the end of all,While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,And ...
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!Thy mists that roll and rise!Thy woods this ...
Women have loved before as I love now;At least, in lively chronicles of the past-Of Irish waters by a Cornish ...
When reeds are dead and straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like Ag?d warriors ...
Death, I say, my heart is bowed Unto thine,—O mother! This red gown will make a shroud Good ...
NEVER, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love ...
Doubt no more that Oberon—Never doubt that PanLived, and played a reed, and ranAfter nymphs in a dark forest,In the ...
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down ...
The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn't a train goes ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — ...
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