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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950).  Renascence and Other Poems.  1917.
16. Blight
HARD seeds of hate I planted
    That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
    A poisonous pollen blown,
And odors rank, unbreathable,        5
    From dark corollas thrown!
At dawn from my damp garden
    I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
    That sprang to let me through;        10
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
    Where nothing lovely grew.
And there, when day was breaking,
    I knelt and looked around:
The light was near, the silence        15
    Was palpitant with sound;
I drew my hate from out my breast
    And thrust it in the ground.
Oh, ye so fiercely tended,
    Ye little seeds of hate!        20
I bent above your growing
    Early and noon and late,
Yet are ye drooped and pitiful,—
    I cannot rear ye straight!
The sun seeks out my garden,        25
    No nook is left in shade,
No mist nor mold nor mildew
    Endures on any blade,
Sweet rain slants under every bough:
    Ye falter, and ye fade.        30


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