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Hyacinth

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I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.

On nights when the field-mice
Are abroad, he cannot sleep.
He hears their narrow teeth
At the bulbs of his hyacinths.

But the gnawing at my heart . . .
He does not hear.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)

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