Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Goose-Girl

Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
And all the loveliest things there be
Come simply, so, it seems to me.
If ever I said, in grief or pride,
I tired of honest things, I lied:
And should be cursed forevermore
With Love in laces, like a whore,
And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady,
And Spring on horseback, like a lady!

1. The Suicide
2. Departure
3. Low-Tide
4. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
5. The Merry Maid

Edith Nesbit The Goose-Girl ("I WANDERED lonely by the sea")

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