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. Tavern
2. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
3. Eel-Grass
4. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!
5. Witch-Wife

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