The Merry Maid

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, I am grown so free from care
  Since my heart broke!
I set my throat against the air,
  I laugh at simple folk!

There’s little kind and little fair
  Is worth its weight in smoke
To me, that’s grown so free from care
  Since my heart broke!

Lass, if to sleep you would repair
  As peaceful as you woke,
Best not besiege your lover there
  For just the words he spoke
To me, that’s grown so free from care
  Since my heart broke!

Next 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Penitent
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Philosopher
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Poet And His Book
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Prisoner
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Shroud
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Suicide
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Unexplorer
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,-no
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Three Songs Of Shattering

Previous 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Hill
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Ghost
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Dream
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Death Of Autumn
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Blue-flag In The Bog
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Bean-stalk
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Tavern
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Spring
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Sorrow
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Song Of A Second April