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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), 'Spring', ''Second April & Other Poems'', 1921 Source

Mariposa

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew Will be ashes in that hour: Mark the transient butterfly, How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand. Suffer me to cherish you Till the dawn is in the sky. Whether I be false or true, Death comes in a day or two.

Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April; from ‘Wild Swans’

All my heart became a tear, All my soul became a tower,

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Blue-Flag in The Bog; Second April: Poems, 1921

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April: Ebb

Oh, Autumn! Autumn!—What is the Spring to me?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April; from 'The Death of Autumn'

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April; from 'Spring'

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April; from ‘Lament’

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