Time does not bring relief; you all have lied…
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And ______ year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But ______ year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, ______ my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred ______ where I fear
To go,—so with his ______ they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet ______
Where never fell his foot or shone his ______
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.