“Oh! the Second Dawn”


“Oh! the Second Dawn”

Oh! the second dawn, this same vision violates the door.
I would enter were I not aware
Of what Millay in ghostly truth declared
Concerning what should be a warning—more,
Perhaps than I am worthy of, but still
Is mine to feel if so I should desire
To drown a fond desire as dew within a fire—
That long ago reduced itself to fill
A sometime jewelry box in turquoise, copper, gold,
The open hearths along these four walls ignored
These years, and crumbling with disuse. Restored,
But healed in time as thoughts and memories will unfold,
She gives a broad remembrance in her thought
Expressed in some small tome of poetry forgot.

A pile of old books on black


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