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

The Betrothal

Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad, 
And love me if you like. 
I shall not hear the door shut 
Nor the knocker strike. 

Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts, 
And wed me if you will. 
I’d make a man a good wife, 
Sensible and still. 

And why should I be cold, my lad, 
And why should you repine, 
Because I love a dark head 
That never will be mine? 

I might as well be easing you 
As lie alone in bed 
And waste the night in wanting 
A cruel dark head. 

You might as well be calling yours 
What never will be his, 
And one of us be happy. 
There’s few enough as is.

Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
  2. The Fledgling
  3. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
  4. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
  5. To Those Without Pity

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