“I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness—presently Every bed is narrow. Edna St. Vincent Millay
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. John Suckling