Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Siege

This I do, being mad:
Gather baubles about me,
Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time
Death beating the door in.

White jade and an orange pitcher,
   Hindu idol, Chinese god,--
Maybe next year, when I’m richer--
   Carved beads and a lotus pod....

And all this time
Death beating the door in.

1. It Came into Her Mind
2. Tenderly, in Those Times
3. From the Wan Dream
4. She Had Forgotten
5. Hyacinth

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