Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)



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	Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) American poet and playwright Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay A Visit to the Asylum Afternoon on a Hill Alms An Ancient Gesture �And Do You Think That Love Itself� �And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Du� Apostrophe to Man �As to Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless� Ashes of Life Assault Autumn Chant Autumn Daybreak Being Young and Green Blight Bluebeard Burial �Cherish You Then the Hope I Shall Forget� Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies Chorus City Trees Conscientious Objector Daphne Departure Dirge without Music Dirge Doubt No More That Oberon Ebb Eel-Grass Elegy before Death Elegy Epitaph Euclid Alone Has Looked Exiled Feast First Fig Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! Four Sonnets God�s World Grown-up Here Is a Wound How Healthily Their Feet Humoresque Hyacinth �I Dreamed I Moved Among the Elysian Fields� I Know I Am But Summer �I Know the Face of Falsehood and Her Tongue� �I Pray You If You Love Me� �I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years� �I Shall Go Back Again� I, Being Born a Woman �If I Should Learn, in Some Quite Casual Way� If Still Your Orchards Bear �If to Be Left Were to Be Left Alone� Indifference Inland Intention to Escape from Him Interim �Into the Golden Vessel of Great Song� Invocation to the Muses Journey Justice Denied in Massachusetts Keen Kin to Sorrow Lament �Let You Not Say of Me When I Am Old� Lines Written in Recapitulation Lord Archer, Death Love Is Not All �Love Is Not Blind� Loving You Less Than Life Low-Tide MacDougal Street �Make Bright the Arrows� Mariposa Memorial to D.C. Memory of Cape Cod Menses Midnight Oil �Mindful of You the Sodden Earth in Spring� Mist in the Valley My Heart, Being Hungry �My Most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend� Never May the Fruit Be Plucked �Night Is My Sister, and How Deep in Love� �No Rose That in a Garden Ever Grew� �Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much� �Not in A Silver Casket Cool with Pearls� �Not in this Chamber Only at My Birth� �Not with Libations, But with Shouts and Laughter� Nuit Blanche Ode to Silence �Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought of This� �Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry� �Once More into My arid Days Like Dew� �Only intil This Cigarette Is Ended� Passer Mortuus Est Pastoral �Pity Me Not Because the Light of Day� Portrait by a Neighbour Prayer to Persephone Recuerdo Renascence Rosemary �Say What You Will, and Scratch My Heart to Find� Scrub Second Fig She Filled Her Arms with Wood She Is Overheard Singing Siege So She Came Back �Sometimes When I Am Wearied� Song of a Second April �Sorrowful Dreams Remembered after Waking� Sorrow Souvenir Spring Song Spring Still Will I Harvest Beauty �Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly to My Heart� Tavern �That Love at Length Should Find� The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver The Bean-Stalk The Betrothal The Blue-Flag in the Bog The Buck in the Snow The Cairn The Concert �The Courage That My Mother Had� The Curse The Death of Autumn The Dragonfly The Dream The Fawn The Fledgling The Goose-Girl �The Heart Once Broken Is a Heart No More� The Hedge of Hemlocks The Last White Sawdust The Leaf and the Tree �The Light Comes Back with Columbine; She Brings� The Little Ghost The Little Hill The Merry Maid The Penitent The Philosopher The Plaid Dress The Poet and His Book The Pond The Return from Town The Shroud The Singing-Woman from the Wood�s Edge The Snow Storm The Spring and the Fall The Suicide The True Encounter The Unexplorer The White Bark Writhed The Wood Road �Think Not, Not for a Moment Let Your Mind� �Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,�No� Three Songs from the Lamp and the Bell Three Songs of Shattering Thursday �Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied� To a Poet That Died Young To Kathleen To One Who Might Have Borne a Message To S. M. To the Not Impossible Him To Those without Pity Travel Two Sonnets in Memory Underground System �WE Talk of Taxes� Weeds �Well, I Have Lost You� What Lips My Lips Have Kissed �What�s This of Death, from You Who Never Will Die?� �When I Too Long Have Looked upon Your Face� When the Year Grows Old �When We Are Old and These Rejoicing Veins� When You, That at This Moment �Whereas at Morning in a Jeweled Crown� Wild Swans Witch-Wife �Women Have Loved before As I Love Now� Wraith �Your Face Is Like a Chamber Where a King� The Rating of Edna St. Vincent Millay's Poems 21825 Views Last Poems To Russian version


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