Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart

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Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
And lie disheveled in the grass apart,
A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain,
While rainy evening drips to misty night,
And misty night to cloudy morning clears,
And clouds disperse across the gathering light,
And birds grow noisy, and the sun appears
Had I bethought me then, sweet love, sweet thorn,
How sharp an anguish even at the best,
When all's requited and the future sworn,
The happy Hour can leave within the breast,
I had not so come running at the call
Of one whoe loves me little, if at all.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gregory Vest 15 January 2016

What seems to be love is many times false.

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

Spoken with so much honesty and feeling.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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