I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why

More from Edna St. Vincent Millay

• And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.
• And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. Witch-Wife (1917)
• I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
• It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.
• It's not true that life is one damn thing after another - it's one damn thing over and over. letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 Oct 1930
• She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.