Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Humoresque

“Heaven bless the babe!” they said.
“What queer books she must have read!”
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child.)

“Little does she guess to-day
What the world may be!” they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover.)

1. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
2. Lord Archer, Death
3. Still Will I Harvest Beauty
4. From the Wan Dream
5. Loving You Less Than Life

Alice Corbin Henderson Humoresque ("To some the fat gods")

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