Memorable Poems

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 27

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.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

George Birdseye

Shortest and Longest

The longest day is in June, they say,
The shortest in December.
They did not come to me that way:
The shortest I remember --
You came a day with me to stay
And filled my heart with laughter;
The longest day -- you were away --
The very next day after.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 43

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.



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