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

To the Not Impossible Him

How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessed spot
Is blest in every way?

Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose:
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?

The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!

1. Inland
2. Assault
3. To S. M.
4. Tavern
5. Grown-up

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