“The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.

Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw,—it must have been
Very pretty.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Source: Renascence and Other Poems

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American poet 1892–1950

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