<b>Second Fig</b> Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! - Edna St. Vincent Millay

11.

If it should rain — (the sneezy moon
Said: Rain) — then I shall hear it soon
From shingles into gutters fall...
And know of what concerns me, all:

The garden will be wet till noon — I may not walk — my temper leans
To myths and legends — through the beans
Till they are dried — lest I should spread
Diseases they have never had.

I hear the rain: it comes down straight.
Now I can sleep, I need not wait
To close the windows anywhere.

Tomorrow, it may be, I might
Do things to set the whole world right.
There's nothing I can do tonight.

Death devours all lovely things:
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness - presently
Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation;
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.

After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Passer Mortuus Est,” Second April. (New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1921)

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.