Time does not bring relief, you all have lied
SATB (div.) a cappella
Grant Park Chorus; Christopher Bell, conductor
Songs of Smaller Creatures, Cedille Records CDR 90000 131 • Purchase recording
Edna St. Vincent Millay
THIS IS A MOVEMENT FROM:
Sonnets of Desire, Longing, and Whimsy
Inkjar Publishing Company
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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.