Indifference

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

　　

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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 someAs 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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