But you still need to activate your account.
Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu, – farewell! – the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) was one of America’s most widely read poets in her lifetime. She grew up in Rockland and Camden, and won a Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1923. This poem is one of 12 untitled sonnets in her book “Second April” published in 1921.
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