Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

The True Encounter - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

"Wolf!" cried my cunning heart
At every sheep it spied,
And roused the countryside.

"Wolf! Wolf!"—and up would start
Good neighbours, bringing spade
And pitchfork to my aid.

At length my cry was known:
Therein lay my release.
I met the wolf alone
And was devoured in peace.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 3:26:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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