Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and would that
night were here!
But ah! -- to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! -- with twilight
near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;

But all the things that I begin I leave
before I'm through, --
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, -- and the neighbors knock
and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, --

And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Edna St. Vincent Millay