Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

As to some lovely temple, tenantless
Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,
Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass
Grown up between the stones, yet from excess
Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,
The worshiper returns, and those who pass
Marvel him crying on a name that was,—
So is it now with me in my distress.
Your body was a temple to Delight;
Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,
Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;
Here might I hope to find you day or night,
And here I come to look for you, my love,
Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.


Comments about Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 1:55:00 PM)

    This is such a sad poem. A woman still longing for that love that exists no more. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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