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


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When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning their remains
No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,
This be our solace: that it was not said
When we were young and warm and in our prime,
Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,
Sleeping away the unreturning time.
O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,
When morning strikes her spear upon the land,
And we must rise and arm us and reprove
The insolent daylight with a steady hand,
Be not discountenanced if the knowing know
We rose from rapture but an hour ago.



Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. The Snow Storm
  2. To S. M.
  3. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
  4. Second Fig
  5. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!


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