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Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Many a bard's untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath;
Here's a song was never sung:
Growing old is dying young.

Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

Sonnet XXX from Fatal Interview (1931)

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Renascence (1912)

After all, my earstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?

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