Elegy Before Death
Edna St. Vincent Millay * Track #5 On Second April and Other Poems
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- #2The Blue-Flag In The Bog
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- #3Journey
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- #4Eel-Grass
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- #5Elegy Before Death
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- #25The Death Of Autumn
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- #26Ode To Silence
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- #27Epitaph
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- #28Prayer To Persephone
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- #29Chorus
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- #30Elegy
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- #32Second April: Sonnets
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- #33When I too long have looked upon your face
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Elegy Before Death by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent MillayElegy Before Death Annotated
There will be rose and rhododendron
When you are dead and under ground;
Still will be heard from white syringas
Heavy with bees, a sunny sound;
Still will the tamaracks be raining
After the rain has ceased, and still
Will there be robins in the stubble,
Brown sheep upon the warm green hill.
Spring will not ail nor autumn falter;
Nothing will know that you are gone,
Saving alone some sullen plough-land
None but yourself sets foot upon;
Saving the may-weed and the pig-weed
Nothing will know that you are dead,—
These, and perhaps a useless wagon
Standing beside some tumbled shed.
Oh, there will pass with your great passing
Little of beauty not your own,—
Only the light from common water,
Only the grace from simple stone!