Renascence & Other Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Author:Edna St. Vincent Millay [Millay, Edna St. Vincent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: poetry
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00
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Ah, long-forgotten, well-remembered road, Leading me back unto my old abode, My fatherâs house! There in the night I came, And found them feasting, and all things the same As they had been before. A splendour hung Upon the walls, and such sweet songs were sung As, echoing out of very long ago, Had called me from the house of Life, I know. So fair their raiment shone I looked in shame On the unlovely garb in which I came; Then straightway at my hesitancy mocked: âIt is my fatherâs house!â I said and knocked; And the door opened. To the shining crowd Tattered and dark I entered, like a cloud, Seeing no face but his; to him I crept, And âFather!â I cried, and clasped his knees, and wept. Ah, days of joy that followed! All alone I wandered through the house. My own, my own, My own to touch, my own to taste and smell, All I had lacked so long and loved so well! None shook me out of sleep, nor hushed my song, Nor called me in from the sunlight all day long.
I know not when the wonder came to me Of what my fatherâs business might be, And whither fared and on what errands bent The tall and gracious messengers he sent. Yet one day with no song from dawn till night Wondering, I sat, and watched them out of sight. And the next day I called; and on the third Asked them if I might go, â but no one heard. Then, sick with longing, I arose at last And went unto my father, â in that vast Chamber wherein he for so many years Has sat, surrounded by his charts and spheres. âFather,â I said, âFather, I cannot play The harp that thou didst give me, and all day I sit in idleness, while to and fro About me thy serene, grave servants go; And I am weary of my lonely ease. Better a perilous journey overseas Away from thee, than this, the life I lead, To sit all day in the sunshine like a weed That grows to naught, â I love thee more than they Who serve thee most; yet serve thee in no way. Father, I beg of thee a little task To dignify my days, â âtis all I ask Forever, but forever, this denied, I perish.â
âChild,â my fatherâs voice replied, âAll things thy fancy hath desired of me Thou hast received. I have prepared for thee Within my house a spacious chamber, where Are delicate things to handle and to wear, And all these things are thine. Dost thou love song? My minstrels shall attend thee all day long. Or sigh for flowers? My fairest gardens stand Open as fields to thee on every hand. And all thy days this word shall hold the same: No pleasure shalt thou lack that thou shalt name. But as for tasks ââ he smiled, and shook his head; âThou hadst thy task, and laidst it byâ, he said.
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