"Heaven bless the babe!" they said. <br /> "What queer books she must have read!" <br /> (Love, by whom I was beguiled, <br /> Grant I may not bear a child.) <br /> "Little does she guess to-day <br /> What the world may be!" they say. <br /> (Snow, drift deep and cover <br /> Till the spring my murdered lover.)<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/humoresque/
