One of my favorites...
The Princess Recalls Her One Adventure
Edna St Vincent Millay
Hard is my pillow
Of down from the duck's breast,
Harsh the linen cover;
I cannot rest.
Fall down, my tears,
Upon the fine hem,
Upon the lonely letters
Of my long name;
Drown the sigh of them.
We stood by the lake
And we neither kissed nor spoke;
We heard how the small waves
Lurched and broke,
And chuckled in the rock.
We spoke and turned away.
We never kissed at all.
Fall down, my tears.
I wish that you might fall
On the road by the lake,
Where the cob went lame,
And I stood with my groom
Till the carriage came.
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