Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
Edna St. Vincent Millay