Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thursday

AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday­ 
So much is true. 

And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,­yes­but what 
Is that to me?

1. Sometimes When I Am Wearied
2. When You, That at This Moment
3. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
4. Lord Archer, Death
5. She Filled Her Arms with Wood

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