Edna St. Vincent Millay
An Eclipse of the Sun Is Predicted
And you as well must die
Apostrophe to Man
Aubade
Conscientious Objector
Dirge without Music
Elegy Before Death
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
Grow not too high
I shall go back again to the bleak shore
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
If Still Your Orchards Bare
Lines Written in Recapitulation
Lines for a Grave-Stone
Love is not all
Make Bright the Arrows
My spirit, sore from marching
My earnestness, which might at first offend
Never May the Fruit Be Plucked
No rose that in a garden ever grew
Not that it matters
Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
On Hearing a Symphony of Beethoven
On Thought in Harness
Recuerdo
Sappho Crosses the Dark River into Hades
Some Things Are Dark
Sometimes when I am wearied suddenly
Sonnet to Gath
The Return
This Dusky Faith
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs
Three Sonnets in Tetrameter
To Elinor Wylie
To Inez Milholland
To Jesus on His Birthday
Truce for a Moment
Two Sonnets in Memory
Upon this age
What lips my lips have kissed