[Four Sonnets (1922)] (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
I1.Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,.And drag me at your chariot till I die, --.Oh, heavy prince! ...
I1.Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,.And drag me at your chariot till I die, --.Oh, heavy prince! ...
I When you, that at this moment are to me Dearer than words on paper, shall ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her)Think not I have not heard.Well-fanged the double wordAnd ...
Time does not bring relief; you all have liedWho told me time would ease me of my pain!I miss him ...
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 ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain, — ...
(He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the ...
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,- Dawn will find them still ...
I LOVE, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, ...
I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor ...
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