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

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I shall go back again to the bleak shore
And build a little shanty on the sand,
In such a way that the extremest band
Of brittle seaweed will escape my door
But by a yard or two; and nevermore
Shall I return to take you by the hand;
I shall be gone to what I understand,
And happier than I ever was before.
The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
The words that lay a moment on your tongue,
Are one with all that in a moment dies,
A little under-said and over-sung.
But I shall find the sullen rocks and skies
Unchanged from what they were when I was
   young.

1. When You, That at This Moment
2. Then Cautiously She Pushed
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. The Cairn
5. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years

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