Edna St Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; 

Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here! 

But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! 

Would that it were day again! — with twilight near! 



Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; 

This or that or what you will is all the same to me; 

But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, — 

There's little use in anything as far as I can see. 



Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow, 

And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, — 

And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow 

There's this little street and this little house. 

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