Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly,
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud than this one went. Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; But that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or paly you slyly
I might have held you for one summer more, But at the cost of words I value highly, And no such summer as the one before. Shall I outlive this anguish-and men do- I shall have only good to say of you.
It's called "Well, I have lost you; and I Lost you Fairly
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
2007-02-23
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