Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Wagon Stopped before the House

A wagon stopped before the house; she heard
The heavy oilskins of the grocer’s man
Slapping against his legs. Of a sudden whirred
Her heart like a frightened partridge, and she ran
And slid the bolt, leaving his entrance free;
Then in the cellar way till he was gone
Hid, breathless, praying that he might not see
The chair sway she had laid her hand upon
In passing. Sour and damp from that dark vault
Arose to her the well-remembered chill;
She saw the narrow wooden stairway still
Plunging into the earth, and the thin salt
Crusting the crocks; until she knew him far,
So stood, with listening eyes upon the empty doughnut
   jar.

1. One Way There Was
2. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
3. Then Cautiously She Pushed
4. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
5. I Shall Go Back Again

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