The Goose-Girl

Spring rides no horses down the hill,
But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.
And all the loveliest things there be
Come simply, so, it seems to me.
If ever I said, in grief or pride,
I tired of honest things, I lied:
And should be cursed forevermore
With Love in laces, like a whore,
And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady,
And Spring on horseback, like a lady!

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (3)

Nice poem
Sassy indeed it has a uneque twist and use of vocabulary.
Enjoyed this quirky and sassy little poem!