Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Rosemary - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
"An it please you, gentle sirs,"
"Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 12:36:00 PM)

    An interesting piece. Nicely written. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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