Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.
Edna St. Vincent MillayAh, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me
Edna St. Vincent MillayOne things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !
Edna St. Vincent MillayI am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
Edna St. Vincent MillayThe world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
Edna St. Vincent Millay