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

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Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.

1. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
2. The Cairn
3. When You, That at This Moment
4. The Last White Sawdust
5. Tenderly, in Those Times

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