Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 95

Fatal Interview
Women have loved before as I love now; At least, in lively chronicle of the past — Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast Much to their cost invaded — here and there, Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest, I find some woman bearing as I bear Love like a burning city in the breast. I think however that of all alive I only in such utter, ancient way Do suffer love; in me alone survive The unregenerate passions of a day When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread, Heedless and wilful, took their knights to bed.