Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This ha — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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Sorrow like a ceaseless rainBeats upon my heart.People twist and scream in pain,—Dawn will find them still again;This has neither wax nor wane,Neither stop nor start.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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