Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 84

Fatal Interview
My worship from this hour the Sparrow-Drawn Alone will cherish, and her arrowy child, Whose groves alone in the inquiring dawn Rise tranquil, and their altars undefiled. Seaward and shoreward smokes a plundered land To guard whose portals was my dear employ; Razed are its temples now; inviolate stand Only the slopes of Venus and her boy. How have I stripped me of immortal aid Save theirs alone, — who could endure to see Forsworn Aeneas with conspiring blade Sever the ship from shore (alas for me) And make no sign; who saw, and did not speak, The brooch of Troilus pinned upon the Greek.