I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.


I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (2)

Like the imagery also. Can see this timid woman walking alone at night. Nicely written piece.
......the frogs imagery is so vivid and they all sing so lovely..