Passer Mortuus Est

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Death devours all lovely things;
  Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
  Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
  Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
  Is an annotation.

After all, my erstwhile dear,
  My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
  Now that love is perished?

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Recuerdo
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Renascence
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Rosemary
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Second Fig
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : She Is Overheard Singing
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Song Of A Second April
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Sorrow

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Ode To Silence
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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Memorial To D. C.