Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rosemary

For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
”An it please you, gentle sirs,”
”Alack!” and ”Well-a-day!”

1. MacDougal Street
2. Thursday
3. The Bean-Stalk
4. Departure
5. The Suicide

Abbie Brown Rosemary ("THERE was a long path through the fern")

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