Edna St. Vincent Millay





Sonnet 98

Fatal Interview
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Heart, have no pity on this house of bone: Shake it with dancing, break it down with joy. No man holds mortgage on it; it is your own; To give, to sell at auction, to destroy. When you are blind to moonlight on the bed, When you are deaf to gravel on the pane, Shall quavering caution from this house instead Cluck forth at summer mischief in the lane? All that delightful youth forbears to spend Molestful age inherits, and the ground Will have us; therefore, while we're young, my friend-- The Latin's vulgar, but the advice is sound. Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.