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

Mariposa

BUTTERFLIES are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour:
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer em to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

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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