Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend,
The pallid hare that runs before the day
Having brought your earnest counsels to an end
Now have I somewhat of my own to say:
That it is folly to be sunk in love,
And madness plain to make the matter known,
There are no mysteries you are verger of;
Everyman’s wisdoms these are, and my own.
If I have flung my heart unto a hound
I have done ill, it is a certain thing;
Yet breathe I freer, walk I the more sound
On my sick bones for this brave reasoning?
Soon must I say, ” ’Tis prowling Death I hear!”
Yet come no better off, for my quick ear.

1. So She Came Back
2. When You, That at This Moment
3. Lord Archer, Death
4. The Last White Sawdust
5. Memory of Cape Cod

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