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I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death I am not on his pay-roll.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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What should I be but just what I am?
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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.
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Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
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Beauty never slumbers All is in her name But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
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After the feet of beauty fly my own.
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