Friday, June 8, 2007

I know I am but summer to your heart....

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

by Edna St. Vincent Millay
(Painting "Echo and Narcissus" by William Waterhouse)


Anonymous said...

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.

elena maria vidal said...

That's beautiful, sc. Thanks!

Anonymous said...


I find all of Edna St. Vincent Millay's poems beautiful; but when I relate it to what I know of her personal life, I feel a bit sad. :(

elena maria vidal said...

Really, that is so true. I feel the same way.

Anonymous said...

The credit accrues to Ms. Millay.

elena maria vidal said...

I thought as much.