(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

161. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins 1/13/2003
162. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
163. Wild Swans 1/13/2003
164. Witch-Wife 1/13/2003
165. Wraith 1/13/2003

The Betrothal

Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
Nor the knocker strike.
Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts,
And wed me if you will.
I'd make a man a good wife,
Sensible and still.
And why should I be cold, my lad,

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