Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Lines For A Grave-Stone - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
Desiring what thou hast not got,
Money, beauty, love, what not;

Deeming it blesseder to be
A rotted man, than live to see
So rude a sky as covers thee;

Deeming thyself of all unblest
And wretched souls the wretchedest,
Longing to die and be at rest;

Know: that however grim the fate
Which sent thee forth to meditate
Upon my enviable state,

Here lieth one who would resign
Gladly his lot, to shoulder thine.
Give me thy coat; get into mine.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 11:28:00 AM)

    Kind of a different take on the grass isn't always greener....... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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