Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

Assault

I

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

II

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!

1. The Fledgling
2. MacDougal Street
3. Midnight Oil
4. Low-Tide
5. The Shroud

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