Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes about Summer

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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer, Lonely, Morning

Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923) sonnet 19

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Relationship, Summer, Heart

Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.170, Everyman's Library

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer, Flower, Earth

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer, Wise, Sweet

Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.170, Everyman's Library