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 /> <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-02-time-does-not-bring-relief-you-all-hav/
