Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Well, I Have Lost You

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that’s permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish—and men do—
I shall have only good to say of you.

1. The Courage That My Mother Had
2. The Heart Once Broken Is a Heart No More
3. If to Be Left Were to Be Left Alone
4. Apostrophe to Man
5. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins

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