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

To Those Without Pity

Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the pen bitten,
And the mind wrung, and the song written.

1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. The Death of Autumn
4. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
5. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew

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