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By Edna St. Vincent Millay Submitted by Just Some Girl Date: 2001 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.03.13.30.2315]] |
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I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away, And we are done forever; by and by I shall forget you, as I said, but now, If you entreat me with your loveliest lie I will protest you with my favorite vow. I would indeed that love were longer-lived, And vows were not so brittle as they are, But so it is, and nature has contrived To struggle on without a break thus far, -- Whether or not we find what we are seeking Is idle, biologically speaking. |