Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; <br />Eat I must, and sleep I will,--and would that night were here! <br />But ah!--to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! <br />Would that it were day again!--with twilight near! <br />Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; <br />This or that or what you will is all the same to me; <br />But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,-- <br />There's little use in anything as far as I can see. <br />Love has gone and left me,--and the neighbors knock and borrow, <br />And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,-- <br />And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow <br />There's this little street and this little house.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ashes-of-life-2/
