Renascence, and Other Poems

“My heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I'll not be knowing,Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,No matter where it's going.””

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.””

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Was it for this I uttered prayers,And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,That now, domestic as a plate,I should retire at half-past eight?””

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.””

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Your broad sky, Giant, Is the shelf of a cupboard. I make bean-stalks”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“So is no warmth for me at any fire To-day, when the world’s fire has burned so low;I kneel, spending my breath in vain desire, At that cold hearth which one time roared so strong, And straighten back in weariness, and long To gather up my little gods and go.””

— Edna St. Vincent Millay