I am not resigned | Friends of Silence

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

~ excerpts from "Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Dirge Without Music

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