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

Nuit Blanche

I am a shepherd of those sheep
   That climb a wall by night,
One after one, until I sleep,
   Or the black pane goes white.
Because of which I cannot see
   A flock upon a hill,
But doubts come tittering up to me
   That should by day be still.
And childish griefs I have outgrown
   Into my eyes are thrust,
Till my dull tears go dropping down
   Like lead into the dust.

1. So She Came Back
2. The Last White Sawdust
3. When You, That at This Moment
4. Loving You Less Than Life
5. She Filled Her Arms with Wood

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