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

The Merry Maid

OH, I am grown so free from care
Since my heart broke!
I set my throat against the air, 
I laugh at simple folk! 

There’s little kind and little fair
Is worth its weight in smoke
To me, that’s grown so free from care 
Since my heart broke! 

Lass, if to sleep you would repair
As peaceful as you woke,
Best not besiege your lover there
For just the words he spoke
To me, that’s grown so free from care 
Since my heart broke!

1. The Last White Sawdust
2. I Shall Go Back Again
3. She Filled Her Arms with Wood
4. Then Cautiously She Pushed
5. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies

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