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Indifference

I said,—for Love was laggard,

O,

Love was slow to come,—   "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;

But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some   As would let him in—and take him in with tears!" I said.

I lay,—for Love was laggard,

O, he came not until dawn,—   I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;

And he found me at my window with my big cloak on,   All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright.

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