| Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950). Renascence and Other Poems. 1917. |
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| 23. Bluebeard |
| | | Sonnet VI |
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| THIS door you might not open, and you did; | |
| So enter now, and see for what slight thing | |
| You are betrayed…. Here is no treasure hid, | |
| No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring | |
| The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain | 5 |
| For greed like yours, no writhings of distress, | |
| But only what you see…. Look yet again— | |
| An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless. | |
| Yet this alone out of my life I kept | |
| Unto myself, lest any know me quite; | 10 |
| And you did so profane me when you crept | |
| Unto the threshold of this room to-night | |
| That I must never more behold your face. | |
| This now is yours. I seek another place. | |
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