• Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

    Edna St. Vincent Millay: Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart,  A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.
    Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers
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