Three Songs of Shattering

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950). Renascence and Other Poems. 1917.

Three Songs of Shattering

I

THE FIRST rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.

Grief of grief has drained me clean; 5
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, II

Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play; 10
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring;

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