Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.
Edna St. Vincent MillayIf I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
Edna St. Vincent MillayA ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
Edna St. Vincent MillayLife isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
Edna St. Vincent MillayShould at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.
Edna St. Vincent Millay