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Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)


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Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
And lie disheveled in the grass apart,
A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain,
While rainy evening drips to misty night,
And misty night to cloudy morning clears,
And clouds disperse across the gathering light,
And birds grow noisy, and the sun appears
Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn,
How sharp an anguish even at the best,
When all’s requited and the future sworn,
The happy Hour can leave within the breast,
I had not so come running at the call
Of one whoe loves me little, if at all.



Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. Assault
  2. Inland
  3. To S. M.
  4. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
  5. Tavern


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