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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950). Renascence and Other Poems. 1917.
Index of First Lines
All I could see from where I stoodAm 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 rememberIf I should learn, in some quite casual wayI knew her for a little ghostI’ll keep a little tavernI said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to comeI Will be the gladdest thing
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alikeLove, 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 paleSorrow like a ceaseless rain
This door you might not open, and you didThou art not lovelier than lilacs,—noTime does not bring relief; you all have lied
