Epitaph

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Heap not on this mound
  Roses that she loved so well;
Why bewilder her with roses,
  That she cannot see or smell?
She is happy where she lies
  With the dust upon her eyes.

Next 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Exiled
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : First Fig
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 01 ( Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 02 ( I Think I Should Have Loved You Presently )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 03 ( Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow! )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 04 ( I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : God's World
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Grown-up
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Indifference

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• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy Before Death
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elaine
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Eel-grass
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Ebb
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Doubt No More That Oberon
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Dirge
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Daphne
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : City Trees
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Chorus