Edna St. Vincent Millay





Sonnet 78

Fatal Interview
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When you are dead, and your disturbing eyes No more as now their stormy lashes lift To lance me through — as in the morning skies One moment, plainly visible in a rift Of cloud, two splendid planets may appear And purely blaze, and are at once withdrawn, What time the watcher in desire and fear Leans from his window in the dawn — Shall I be free, shall I be once again As others are, and count your loss no care? Oh, never more, till my dissolving brain Be powerless to evoke you out of air, Remembered morning stars, more fiercely bright Than all the Alphas of the actual night!