English Poetry. Edna St. Vincent Millay. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown. Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей.

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

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Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown
I bit my fingers and was hard to please,
Having shook disaster till the fruit fell down
I feel tonight more happy and at ease:
Feet running in the corridors, men quick— 
Buckling their sword-belts, bumping down the stair,
Challenge, and rattling bridge-chain, and the click
Of hooves on pavement—this will clear the air.
Private this chamber as it has not been
In many a month of muffled hours; almost,
Lulled by the uproar, I could lie serene
And sleep, until all’s won, until all’s lost,
And the door’s opened and the issue shown,
And I walk forth Hell’s Mistress—or my own.

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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