Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death!Back into your kennel!I have stolen breathIn a stalk of fennel!You shall scratch and you shall whineMany ...
IThe first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief of ...
When will you learn, myself, to bea dying leaf on a living tree?Budding, swelling, growing strong,Wearing green, but not for ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantlessLong since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,Knowing well its altars ruined and the ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill,But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.And all the loveliest things there beCome simply, ...
If I were to walk this wayHand in hand with Grief,I should mark that maple-sprayComing into leaf.I should note how ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there ...
I The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief ...
If I were to walk this way Hand in hand with Grief, I should mark that maple-spray Coming into leaf. ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
As to some lovely temple, tenantless Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass, Knowing well its altars ruined ...
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