Ashes of Life
1 Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
2 Eat I must, and sleep I will, -- and would that night were here!
3 But ah! -- to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
4 Would that it were day again! -- with twilight near!
5 Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
6 This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
7 But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, --
8 There's little use in anything as far as I can see.
9 Love has gone and left me, -- and the neighbors knock and borrow,
10 And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, --
11 And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
12 There's this little street and this little house.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Renascence and Other Poems (New York and London: Harper, 1917): 46-47. 15th edn. PS 3525 I495R4 Robarts Library.