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American Literature – American Poetry – Edna St. Vincent Millay – Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
< < < Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget > > >
As to some lovely temple, tenantless
Sonnet
As to some lovely temple, tenantless
Long since, that once was sweet with shivering brass,
Knowing well its altars ruined and the grass
Grown up between the stones, yet from excess
Of grief hard driven, or great loneliness,
The worshipper returns, and those who pass
Marvel him crying on a name that was,—
So is it now with me in my distress.
Your body was a temple to Delight;
Cold are its ashes whence the breath is fled,
Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move;
Here might I hope to find you day or night,
And here I come to look for you, my love,
Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead.
< < < Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Edna St. Vincent Millay – Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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