Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

The Return From Town - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

As I sat down by Saddle Stream
To bathe my dusty feet there,
A boy was standing on the bridge
Any girl would meet there.

As I went over Woody Knob
A youth was coming up the hill
Any maid would follow.

Then in I turned at my own gate,—
And nothing to be sad for—
To such a man as any WIFE
Would pass a pretty lad for.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 3:10:00 PM)

    Think of this almost as a cute little ditty. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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