Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Assault

I

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

II

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!

1. Grown-up
2. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend
3. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
4. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
5. The Spring and the Fall

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