Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917. | | | | Ashes of Life | | By Edna St. Vincent Millay |
| | | LOVE has gone and left me and the days are all alike; | |
| Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here! | |
| But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! | |
| Would that it were day again!—with twilight near! | |
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| Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do; | 5 |
| This or that or what you will is all the same to me; | |
| But all the things that I begin I leave before I ’m through,— | |
| There ’s little use in anything as far as I can see. | |
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| Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow, | |
| And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,— | 10 |
| And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow | |
| There ’s this little street and this little house. | | | | |
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