by Edna St. Vincent Millay
IhadalittleSorrow,
BornofalittleSin,
Ifoundaroomalldampwithgloom
Andshutusallwithin;
And,"LittleSorrow,weep,"saidI,
"And,LittleSin,prayGodtodie,
AndIuponthefloorwilllie
AndthinkhowbadI'vebeen!"
Alasforpiousplanning-
Itmatterednotawhit!
Asfarasgloomwentinthatroom,
Thelampmighthavebeenlit!
MyLittleSorrowwouldnotweep,
MyLittleSinwouldgotosleep-
TosavemysoulIcouldnotkeep
Mygracelessmindonit!
SoupIgotinanger,
AndtookabookIhad,
Andputaribbononmyhair
Topleaseapassinglad.
And,"Onethingthere'snogettingby-
I'vebeenawickedgirl,"saidI;
"ButifIcan'tbesorry,why,
Imightaswellbeglad!"
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Last updated January 14, 2019