One 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 MillayAlthough we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.
Edna St. Vincent MillayAnd must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?
Edna St. Vincent MillayListen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.
Edna St. Vincent Millay