English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning their remains
No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,
This be our solace: that it was not said
When we were young and warm and in our prime,
Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,
Sleeping away the unreturning time.
O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,
When morning strikes her spear upon the land,
And we must rise and arm us and reprove
The insolent daylight with a steady hand,
Be not discountenanced if the knowing know
We rose from rapture but an hour ago.

Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems:

1. Inland
2. Exiled
3. Two Sonnets in Memory
4. When the Year Grows Old
5. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much

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