Witch-Wife

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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In the sun 'tis a woe to me!
And her ways to my ways resign;
Or steps leading into the sea.
And she never will be all mine;
But she was not made for any man,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
She is neither pink nor pale,
She loves me all that she can,
And she never will be all mine.
And her voice is a string of coloured beads,
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,