Wild Swans (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen ...
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen ...
Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in ...
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this: How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, More cruel than Death, ...
Not even my pride shall suffer much; Not even my pride at all, maybe, If this ill-timed, intemperate clutch Be ...
Doubt no more that Oberon- Never doubt that Pan Lived, and played a reed, and ran After nymphs in a ...
Boys and girls that held her dear, Do your weeping now; All you loved of her lies here. Brought to ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death. I hear him leading his horse out ...
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,-presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain ...
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