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