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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

She Is Overheard Singing

Edna St. Vincent Millay

OH, Prue she has a patient man,

And Joan a gentle lover,

And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth—

But my true love’s a rover!

Mig her man’s as good as cheese

And honest as a briar;

Sue tells her love what he’s thinking of—

But my dear lad’s a liar!

Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha

Are thick with Mig and Joan—

They bite their threads and shake their heads,

And gnaw my name like a bone!

And Prue says, “Mine’s a patient man,

As never snaps me up;”

And Agatha, “Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,

Could live content in a cup;”

Sue’s man’s mind is like good jell—

All one color, and clear;

And Mig’s no call to think at all

What’s to come next year;

While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,

That’s troubled with that and this.

But they all would give the life they live

For a look from the man I kiss!

Cold he slants his eyes about,

And few enough’s his choice—

Though he’d slip me clean for a nun or a queen,

Or a beggar with knots in her voice.

And Agatha will turn awake

When her good man sleeps sound,

And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue

Will hear the clock strike round.

For Prue she has a patient man

As asks not when or why;

And Mig and Sue have naught to do

But peep who’s passing by;

Joan is paired with a putterer

That bastes and tastes and salts;

And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth—

But my true love is false!