The Return From Town Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Return From Town
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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.
Monday, January 13, 2003
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4/26/2024 3:44:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Think of this almost as a cute little ditty.