Ebb. By Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Ebb. By Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Ebb
By Edna St. Vincent Millay.
I know what my heart is like
      Since your love died: 
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
      Left there by the tide, 
      A little tepid pool, 
Drying inward from the edge.

 

Is the struggle worthwhile?

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