| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 244. Ashes of Life |
| | | By Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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| LOVE has gone and left me, and the days are all alike. | |
| Eat I must, and sleep I will—and would that night were here! | |
| But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! | |
| Would that it were day again, with twilight near! | |
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| Love has gone and left me, and I don’t know what to do; | 5 |
| This or that or what you will is all the same to me; | |
| But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through— | |
| There’s little use in anything as far as I can see. | |
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| Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow, | |
| And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse. | 10 |
| And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow | |
| There’s this little street and this little house. | |
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