Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
   Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
   Thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods this autumn day, that ache and sag
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Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
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All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
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Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
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I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
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I1.
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
.
And drag me at your chariot till I die, --
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"Son," said my mother,
When I was knee-high,
"you've need of clothes to cover you,
and not a rag have I.
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Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
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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 shall escape my door
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"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!
And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,
I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly
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