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Edna St. Vincent Millay - When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins

When we are old and these rejoicing veins
Are frosty channels to a muted stream,
And out of all our burning their remains
No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,
This be our solace: that it was not said
When we were young and warm and in our prime,
Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,
Sleeping away the unreturning time.
O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,
When morning strikes her spear upon the land,
And we must rise and arm us and reprove
The insolent daylight with a steady hand,
Be not discountenanced if the knowing know
We rose from rapture but an hour ago.

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Poet: Edna St. Vincent Millay
Poem: When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
Poem of the Day: Jul 31 2014

Comment 1 of 1, added on August 7th, 2013 at 6:40 AM.
error

PLEASE!! The third line should read:

"And out of all our burning THERE remains ..."

Thanks.

Mary Frey from United States

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