Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

I blogged a few verses of Millay's poetry back when Gulgi was murdered in that barbaric act upon him and his wife. A friend sent along the poem from which I'd quoted verses then. I recalled another I love:

"I think I should have loved you presently"

I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking frorn a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.