Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

The Betrothal - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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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,
And why should you repine,
Because I love a dark head
That never will be mine?

I might as well be easing you
As lie alone in bed
And waste the night in wanting
A cruel dark head.

You might as well be calling yours
What never will be his,
And one of us be happy.
There's few enough as is.


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 2:36:00 PM)

    To resign yourself with one while pining for another? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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