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