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

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I pray you if you love me, bear my joy
A little while, or let me weep your tears;
I, too, have seen the quavering Fate destroy
Your destiny’s bright spinning--the dull shears
Meeting not neatly, chewing at the thread,--
Nor can you well be less aware how fine,
How staunch as wire, and how unwarranted
Endures the golden fortune that is mine.
I pray you for this day at least, my dear,
Fare by my side, that journey in the sun;
Else must I turn me from the blossoming year
And walk in grief the way that you have gone.
Let us go forth together to the spring:
Love must be this, if it be anything.

1. The Last White Sawdust
2. I, Being Born a Woman
3. Euclid Alone Has Looked
4. So She Came Back
5. She Filled Her Arms with Wood

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