Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Grown-up

WAS it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight? 

1. Tavern
2. Assault
3. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
4. The Snow Storm
5. Intention to Escape from Him

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