Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950).  Renascence and Other Poems.  1917.

Index of First Lines

All I could see from where I stood
Am I kin to Sorrow

Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!

Death, I say, my heart is bowed

First rose on my rose-tree, The

Hard seeds of hate I planted

I cannot but remember
If I should learn, in some quite casual way
I knew her for a little ghost
I’ll keep a little tavern
I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come
I Will be the gladdest thing

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike
Love, if I weep it will not matter

Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring

Not in this chamber only at my birth

O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Room is full of you, The

She is neither pink nor pale
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain

This door you might not open, and you did
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied



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