Parading

Under my head till morning; but the rain

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain —Edna St. Vincent Millay
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply
Upon the glass and listen for reply
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain —Edna St. Vincent Millay
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
—Edna St. Vincent Millay

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One response to “Under my head till morning; but the rain”

  1. hey….that little guy is on the inside…hee! To me, the shadows on the cloud pic in the middle make me think it’s upside down….far out!

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