Poems (Millay)/Ashes of Life
Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,— There's little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbours knock and borrow, And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There's this little street and this little house.