Merry Maid, The
by: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Oh, I am grown so free from care
Since my heart broke!
I set my throat against the air,
I laugh at simple folk!
There's little kind and little fair
Is worth its weight in smoke
To me, that's grown so free from care
Since my heart broke!
Lass, if to sleep you would repair
As peaceful as you woke,
Best not besiege your lover there
For just the words he spoke
To me, that's grown so free from care
Since my heart broke!
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I Shall Forget You Presently
I Think I Should Have Loved You
Love, Though For This
Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful
Portrait By A Neighbour
She Is Overheard Singing
Penitent, The
Philosopher, The
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