No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.
Edna St. Vincent MillayNo one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.
Edna St. Vincent Millay