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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Being Young and Green

Being Young and Green, I said in love’s despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
To anyone,
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—
 
Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!

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