Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To S. M.

If he should lie a-dying

I AM not willing you should go 
Into the earth, where Helen went; 
She is awake by now, I know. 
Where Cleopatra’s anklets rust 
You will not lie with my consent; 
And Sappho is a roving dust; 
Cressid could love again; Dido, 
Rotted in state, is restless still; 
You leave me much against my will.

1. The Snow Storm
2. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
3. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!
4. Exiled
5. Intention to Escape from Him

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