The Merry Maid

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Oh, I am grown so free from care
   Since my heart broke!
I set my throat against the air,
   I laugh at simple folk!

There's little kind and little fair
   Is worth its weight in smoke
To me, that's grown so free from care
   Since my heart broke!

Lass, if to sleep you would repair
   As peaceful as you woke,
Best not besiege your lover there
   For just the words he spoke
To me, that's grown so free from care
   Since my heart broke!


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