After all, my earstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) American poet
“Passer Mortuus Est”, st. 3, Second April (1921)
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After all, my earstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) American poet
“Passer Mortuus Est”, st. 3, Second April (1921)
(Source)
