Time does not bring relief; you all have lied…

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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