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Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, Wine from these Grapes
- Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
- Beats upon my heart.
- People twist and scream in pain--
- Dawn will find them still again;
- This has neither wax nor wane,
- Neither stop nor start.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "Sorrow"
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "Ashes of Life"
- Life in itself
- Is nothing,
- An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "Spring"
- Need we say it was not love,
- Now that love is perished?
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "Passer Mortuus Est"
Longing alone is singer to the lute.
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY, "Sonnet II"
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