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 Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain. Edna St. Vincent Millay breakup sweet lying When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most Edna St. Vincent Millay corn ghost rose And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. Edna St. Vincent Millay voice sea steps But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. Edna St. Vincent Millay flower eye heart She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. Edna St. Vincent Millay valentine mouths hands ... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight Edna St. Vincent Millay tonight ghost rain When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay small-words rope world But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine. Edna St. Vincent Millay mines made men I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime. Edna St. Vincent Millay wise summer sweet But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me. Edna St. Vincent Millay girl home lying A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down. Edna St. Vincent Millay eye writing book One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad ! Edna St. Vincent Millay wicked girl sorry If ever I said in grief or pride, I'd tired of honest things, I lied. Edna St. Vincent Millay honesty grief truth Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does. Edna St. Vincent Millay dog love funny If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true. Edna St. Vincent Millay thursday wednesday love So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad! Edna St. Vincent Millay girl sorry book 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 euclid far-away stones Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace. Edna St. Vincent Millay lace queens looks To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak. Edna St. Vincent Millay aging tables people I am waylaid by beauty. Edna St. Vincent Millay beauty