And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust

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Title:     And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust
Author: Edna St Vincent Millay [More Titles by Millay]

And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,--this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.

[The end]
Edna St Vincent Millay's poem: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust

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