Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, - and would that night were here!
But ah! - to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! - with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, - and the neighbours knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, -
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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