There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while. Edna St. Vincent Millay constancy heart littles Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust! Edna St. Vincent Millay cutting blessed death Life must go on, Though good men die. Edna St. Vincent Millay good-man men death Evil alone has oil for every wheel. Edna St. Vincent Millay oil wheels evil Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free. Edna St. Vincent Millay martyred liberty country He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. Edna St. Vincent Millay love Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea? Edna St. Vincent Millay progress believe ideas Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more. Edna St. Vincent Millay dark past fall Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. Edna St. Vincent Millay flower earth summer Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean. Edna St. Vincent Millay mean Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone. Edna St. Vincent Millay hero air peace Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call. Edna St. Vincent Millay fear beautiful fall How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe. Edna St. Vincent Millay eye snow life Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse. Edna St. Vincent Millay goes-on forever life Catch from the board of beauty/ Such careless crumbs as fall. Edna St. Vincent Millay crumbs boards fall Time can make soft that iron wood. Edna St. Vincent Millay iron woods time Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned. Edna St. Vincent Millay moon men memories And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by. Edna St. Vincent Millay caves soul sky I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing. Edna St. Vincent Millay lambs used law On and on eternally Edna St. Vincent Millay bud singing running
