Poems (Millay)/To S. M.
TO S. M.If he should lie a-dying
I am not willing you should goInto the earthy, where Helen went;She is awake by now, I know.Where Cleopatra's anklets rustYou will not lie with my consent;And Sappho is a roving dust;Cressid could love again; Dido,Rotted in state, is restless still;You leave me much against my will.