Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rosemary

For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
”An it please you, gentle sirs,”
”Alack!” and ”Well-a-day!”

1. The Last White Sawdust
2. When You, That at This Moment
3. So She Came Back
4. Then Cautiously She Pushed
5. Tenderly, in Those Times

Edmund Stedman Rosemary ("Years ago, when a summer sun")

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