Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 120

Fatal Interview
If in the years to come you should recall, When faint in heart or fallen on hungry days, Or full of griefs and little if at all From them distracted by delights or praise; When failing powers or good opinion lost Have bowed your neck, should you recall to mind How of all men I honoured you the most, Holding you noblest among mortal-kind: Might not my love — although the curving blade From whose wide mowing none may hope to hide, Me long ago below the frosts had laid — Restore you somewhat to your former pride? Indeed I think this memory, even then, Must raise you high among the run of men.