Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Mist In The Valley - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

These hills, to hurt me more,
That am hurt already enough,—
Having left the sea behind,
Having turned suddenly and left the shore
That I had loved beyond all words, even a song's words, to

And built me a house on upland acres,
Sweet with the pinxter, bright and rough
With the rusty blackbird long before the winter's done,
But smelling never of bayberry hot in the sun,
Nor ever loud with the pounding of the long white breakers,—

These hills, beneath the October moon,
Sit in the valley white with mist
Like islands in a quiet bay,

Jut out from shore into the mist,
Wooded with poplar dark as pine,
Like points of land into a quiet bay.

(Just in the way
The harbour met the bay)

Stricken too sore for tears,
I stand, remembering the Islands and the sea's lost sound—
Life at its best no longer than the sand-peep's cry,
And I two years, two years,
Tilling an upland ground!

Comments about Mist In The Valley by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Susan Williams (5/24/2016 10:44:00 PM)

    Such a yearning to return to the seaside where her heart longs to be, was meant to be. Too many times the tides of life shift and take us from the course we would have preferred to take- yet if we open our hearts to the new path we may find ourselves facing an even better horizon. She's one of the easiest poets to read, to feel, to understand, to grow with. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/24/2016 8:25:00 PM)

    Deep emotion and love of nature: the hills, sea, trees.
    Very much 'Tilling an upland ground'.
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  • (5/24/2016 11:59:00 AM)

    Simply fantastic style and expression has made the poem captivating. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (5/24/2016 8:12:00 AM)

    Lovely poem. The poetic images and play of words so wonderful in expressing the pain of leaving behind the home and it's haunting longing. (Report) Reply

  • (5/24/2016 6:59:00 AM)

    ......that I had loved beyond all words- a beautiful line,
    reminds me of Poe's line - we loved with a love that was more than love
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  • (5/24/2016 4:18:00 AM)

    it is realy good enaoguh (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/24/2016 1:09:00 AM)

    'That am hurt already enough'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (5/17/2014 11:45:00 AM)

    I adore this poem of the poet! So much gorgeous imagery and so much longing for the soul to return to it's home by the sea. Beautiful poem in every way! (Report) Reply

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Read poems about / on: october, winter, sea, house, song, moon, lost, dark, sun, life, remember

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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