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

Assault

I

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

II

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!

1. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
2. The Snow Storm
3. Tavern
4. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!
5. Exiled

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