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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) | ||||||
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The Penitent I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I, "And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I've been!" Alas for pious planning-- It mattered not a whit! As far as gloom went in that room, The lamp might have been lit! My Little Sorrow would not weep, My Little Sin would go to sleep-- To save my soul I could not keep My graceless mind on it! So I got up in anger, And took a bow I had, And put a ribbon in my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by-- I've been a wicked girl," said I; "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!" |