I brought my little song

I brought my little song
And laid it on his knee;
He smiled and shook his head,-
“What has this to do with me?”

I took my little song
And laid it on my breast;
It stirred and ‘gan to cry,
But I hushed it back to rest.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

One of my latest discoveries in Savage Beauty. There are quite a few others I want to share but I think I’ll spread them out a bit.

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