Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know

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Title:     Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know
Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by Millay]

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly weathers down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.

That April should be shattered by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.

[The end]
Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know

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