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Wine from these grapes, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Wine from these grapes

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by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The return -- October-an etching -- Autumn daybreak -- The oak-leaves -- The fledgling -- The hedge of hemlocks -- Cap D'Antibes -- From a train window -- The fawn -- Valentine -- In the grave no flower -- Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies -- Spring in the garden -- Sonnet -- Aubade -- Sappho crosses the dark river into Hades -- Epitaph -- On thought in harness -- Desolation dreamed of -- The leaf and the tree -- On the wide heath -- Apostrophe to man -- Two sonnets in memory -- My spirit, sore from marching -- Conscientious objector -- Above these cares -- If still your orchards bear -- Lines for a grave-stone -- How naked, how without a wall -- Before this cooling planet shall be cold -- When death was young and bleaching bones were few -- Cretaceous bird, your giant claw no lime -- O Earth, unhappy planet born to die -- When man is gone and only gods remain -- See where Capella with her golden kids -- He heard the coughing tiger in the nightObserve how Miyanoshita cracked in two -- He woke in terror to a sky more bright -- The broken dike, the levee washed away -- Sweeter was loss than silver coins to spend -- Now forth to meadow as the farmer goes -- His heatless room the watcher of the stars -- Him not the golden fang of furious heaven -- Now sets his foot upon the eastern sill -- Alas for man, so stealthily betrayed -- Only the diamond and the diamond's dust -- Here lies, and none to mourn him but the sea