Saturday, July 8, 2017

Ashes of Life

    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 

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