Quote#Love
After all, my earstwhile dear
Quote byEdna St. Vincent Millay · 1892–1950
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Passer Mortuus Est", st. 3, Second April, 1921.
English (original)
After all, my earstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
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It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go.
The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide
The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand
But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head
And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends — It gives a lovely light.