Edna St. Vincent Millay ( - )

She is Overheard Singing

OH, Prue she has a patient man,
And Joan a gentle lover,
And Agathas Arth is a hug-the-hearth,
But my true loves a rover! 

Mig, her mans as good as cheese
And honest as a briar,
Sue tells her love what hes thinking of,
But my dear lads a liar! 

Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
Are thick with Mig and Joan!
They bite their threads and shake their heads
And gnaw my name like a bone; 

And Prue says, Mines a patient man,
As never snaps me up, 
And Agatha, Arth is a hug-the-hearth,
Could live content in a cup, 

Sues mans mind is like good jell
All one color, and clear
And Migs no call to think at all
Whats to come next year, 

While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
Thats troubled with that and this;
But they all would give the life they live
For a look from the man I kiss! 

Cold he slants his eyes about,
And few enoughs his choice,
Though hed slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
Or a beggar with knots in her voice, 

And Agatha will turn awake
While her good man sleeps sound,
And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
Will hear the clock strike round, 

For Prue she has a patient man,
As asks not when or why, 
And Mig and Sue have naught to do
But peep whos passing by, 

Joan is paired with a putterer
That bastes and tastes and salts,
And Agathas Arth is a hug-the-hearth,
But my true love is false!

Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. Midnight Oil
  2. Scrub
  3. The Merry Maid
  4. The Goose-Girl
  5. The Fledgling

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