Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Nuit Blanche

I am a shepherd of those sheep
   That climb a wall by night,
One after one, until I sleep,
   Or the black pane goes white.
Because of which I cannot see
   A flock upon a hill,
But doubts come tittering up to me
   That should by day be still.
And childish griefs I have outgrown
   Into my eyes are thrust,
Till my dull tears go dropping down
   Like lead into the dust.

1. The Wagon Stopped before the House
2. I Shall Go Back Again
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. That Love at Length Should Find
5. I Pray You If You Love Me

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