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“Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year鈥檚 leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year鈥檚 bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,鈥攕o with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 鈥淭here is no memory of him here!鈥�
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems