Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.
Edna St. Vincent MillayBut you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.
Edna St. Vincent Millay