Edna St. Vincent Millay?Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow !Faithless am I save to love's self alone.Were you not lovely I would leave you now:After the feet of beauty fly my own.Were you not still my hunger's rarest food,And...

Edna St. Vincent Millay?We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;Well, such you are,—but well enough we knowHow thick about us root, how rankly growThose subtle weeds no man has need to tend,That flourish through neglect, and soon m...