The mind, at length bereftOf thinking and its pain,Will soon disperse again,And nothing will remain:No, not a thing be left.Only the ardent eye,Only the listening earCan say, "The thrush was here!"Can say, "His song was clear!"Can live, before it die.
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About Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay was a 19th-century American poet. Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet and playwright. Read more on Wikipedia →
Themes
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression