Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 77

Fatal Interview
Yet in an hour to come, disdainful dust, You shall be bowed and brought to bed with me. While the blood roars, or when the blood is rust About a broken engine, this shall be. If not today, then later; if not here On the green grass, with sighing, and delight, Then under it, all in good time, my dear, We shall be laid together in the night. And ruder and more violent, be assured, Than the desirous body's heat and sweat That shameful kiss by more than night obscured Wherewith at length the scornfullest mouth is met. Life has no friend; her converts late or soon Slide back to feed the dragon with the moon.