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

The Return from Town

As I sat down by Saddle Stream
  To bathe my dusty feet there,
A boy was standing on the bridge
  Any girl would meet there.

As I went over Woody Knob
  And dipped into the hollow,
A youth was coming up the hill
  Any maid would follow.

Then in I turned at my own gate,—
  And nothing to be sad for—
To such a man as any wife
  Would pass a pretty lad for.

1. So She Came Back
2. The Last White Sawdust
3. When You, That at This Moment
4. She Filled Her Arms with Wood
5. Memory of Cape Cod

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