For the sake of some things <br />That be now no more <br />I will strew rushes <br />On my chamber-floor, <br />I will plant bergamot <br />At my kitchen-door. <br /> <br />For the sake of dim things <br />That were once so plain <br />I will set a barrel <br />Out to catch the rain, <br />I will hang an iron pot <br />On an iron crane. <br /> <br />Many things be dead and gone <br />That were brave and gay; <br />For the sake of these things <br />I will learn to say, <br />"An it please you, gentle sirs," <br />"Alack!" and "Well-a-day!"<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosemary-2/
