For the sake of some things
That be now no more
I will strew rushes
On my chamber-floor,
I will plant bergamot
At my kitchen-door.
For the sake of dim things
That were once so plain
I will set a barrel
Out to catch the rain,
I will hang an iron pot
on an iron crane.
Many things be dead and gone
That were brave and gay;
For the sake of these things
I will learn to say,
"An it please you, gentle sirs,"
"Alack! and "Well-a-day!"
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i can relate to this poem
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I can understand this very well, Edna Millay lived through such a time of social upheaval, in fact she really was one of the lost generation. Sometimes she must have longed for the peace of a simple life, having grown up so. It's a pity she's so little read.
Curtian
Ladie
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