Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

There Was upon the Sill

There was upon the sill a pencil mark,
Vital with shadow when the sun stood still
At noon, but now, because the day was dark,
It was a pencil mark upon the sill.
And the mute clock, maintaining ever the same
Dead moment, blank and vacant of itself,
Was a pink shepherdess, a picture frame,
A shell marked Souvenir, there on the shelf.
Whence it occurred to her that _he_ might be,
The mainspring being broken in his mind,
A clock himself, if one were so inclined,
That stood at twenty minutes after three--
The reason being for this, it might be said,
That things in death were neither clocks nor people,
   but only dead.

1. Gazing upon Him Now
2. She Had a Horror
3. The Doctor Asked Her
4. So She Came Back
5. The Last White Sawdust

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