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September 28
 
'The Little Ghost' by Edna St Vincent Millay
I knew her for a little ghost
   That in my garden walked;
The wall is high -- higher than most --
   And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
   Till after she was gone --
I knew her by the broad white hat,
   All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
   By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
   Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
   What she would do -- and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
   I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
   With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled
                         -- there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
   And is of ivy bare
She paused
    -- then opened and passed through
   A gate that once was there.
Edna St Vincent Millay

Edna St Vincent Millay is known as one of the more notorious free spirits of her time.

Her affairs were many, with both men and women, and her fame and popularity as a poet showered her with the kind of adulation we confer upon rock stars today.

Her passion for living is expressed in the immortal line of her poem:

"My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- It gives a lovely light!"
 
 
 
 
                                                                                        
           
 
 
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