Vintage verse – I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet XI) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet XI)

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

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    addacat

    So true!

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