Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
Edna St. Vincent MillayStranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!
Edna St. Vincent MillayHeap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
Edna St. Vincent Millay