Sonnet II
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last years leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last years bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, There is no memory of him here!
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last years leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last years bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, There is no memory of him here!
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
I already have a bajillion new photos to put up in my next blog, haha. Now to find the time &reliable &non-phone internet...