Poems (Millay)/Humoresque
Humoresque
"Heaven bless the babe!" they said;
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child.)
"What queer books she must have read!"
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child.)
"Little does she guess to-day
What the world may be," they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover.)
What the world may be," they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover.)