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Lament by Edna St. Vincent Millay


When I was a windy boy and a bitAnd the black spit of the chapel fold,(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,The rude…

Rosemary by Edna St. Vincent Millay


For the sake of some things  That be now no moreI will strew rushes  On my chamber-floor,I will plant bergamot  At my kitchen-door. For the sake of dim things  That were once so plainI…