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 <br /> here! <br />But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! <br /> Would that it were day again!—with twilight near! <br /> <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 /> <br />Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and <br /> 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/
