Edna St. Vincent Millay





Sonnet 103

Fatal Interview
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Most wicked words! forbear to speak them out. Utter them not again; blaspheme no more Against our love with maxims learned from Doubt: Lest Death should get his foot inside the door. We are surrounded by a hundred foes; And he that at your bidding joins our feast, I stake my heart upon it, is one of those, Not in their councils does he sit the least. Hark not his whisper: he is Time's ally, Kinsman to death, and leman of Despair: Believe that I shall love you till I die; Believe, and thrust him forth; and arm the stair; And top the walls with spikes and splintered glass That he pass gutted should again he pass.