mind, length bereftOf thinking pain,Will soon disperse again,And nothi — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Harvest

Edna St. Vincent Millay Mine the Harvest

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The mind, at length bereftOf thinking and its pain,Will soon disperse again,And nothing will remain:No, not a thing be left.Only the ardent eye,Only the listening earCan say, "The thrush was here!"Can say, "His song was clear!"Can live, before it die.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Mine the Harvest

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