I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, And we are done forever; by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow. I would indeed that love were longer-lived, And vows were not so brittle as they are, But so it is, and nature has contrived To struggle on without a break thus far,-- Whether or not we find what we are seeking Is idle, biologically speaking.
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 Millay