Time does not bring relief; you all have lied <br />Who told me time would ease me of my pain! <br />I miss him in the weeping of the rain; <br />I want him at the shrinking of the tide; <br />The old snows melt from every mountain-side, <br />And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; <br />But last year's bitter loving must remain <br />Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. <br />There are a hundred places where I fear <br />To go - so with his memory they brim. <br />And entering with relief some quiet place <br />Where never fell his foot or shone his face <br />I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' <br />And so stand stricken, so remembering him.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-time-does-not-bring-relief-2/
