Edna St. Vincent Millay

I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky,- No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through But East and West will pinch the heart That cannot keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat-the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

The soul can split the sky in two, and let the face of God shine through.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood.

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.