My words that once were virtuous
Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 to 1950
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My words that once were virtuous and expressed
Nearly the mortal joys I knew,
Now that I sit supper with the blest
Come haltingly, are very poor few.
Whereof you speak and wherefore the bright walls
with silver mirth I am aware,
But I am beneath the coronals
Of living vines you set upon hair.
Angelic friends that stand with pointed wings
Sweetly demanding, in what dulcet tone,
How fare I in this of happy things,—
I cannot lift my words your own.
Forgive the downcast look, the lyre unstrung;
your presence, I forget your tongue.
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