Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 83

Fatal Interview
Since of no creature living the last breath Is twice required, or twice the ultimate pain, Seeing how to quit your arms is very death, 'Tis likely that I shall not die again; And likely 'tis that Time whose gross decree Sends now the dawn to clamour at our door, Thus having done his evil worst to me, Will thrust me by, will harry me no more. When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost, To haunt the scene where I was happiest, To bend above the thing I loved the most; And rise, and wring my hands, and steal away As I do now, before the advancing day.