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1892–1950

The Merry Maid

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, I am grown so free from care Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air, I laugh at simple folk!

There's little kind and little fair Is worth its weight in smoke To me, that's grown so free from care Since my heart broke!

Lass, if to sleep you would repair As peaceful as you woke, Best not besiege your lover there For just the words he spoke

To me, that's grown so free from care Since my heart broke!

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