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Edna St.Vincent Millay

Renascence and Other Poems

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    Child of all mothers, native of the earth.

    So is no warmth for me at any fire
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    You go no more on your exultant feet
    Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
    Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
    Of a bird's wings too high in air to view
  • Enya Almanzahas quoted2 years ago
    Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
    I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
    The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
    And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
    But last year's bitter loving must remain
    Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

    There are a hundred places where I fear
    To go,—so with his memory they brim!
    And entering with relief some quiet place
    Where never fell his foot or shone his face
    I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
    And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

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