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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Rosemary
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For the sake of some things 
That be now no more 
I will strew rushes 
On my chamber-floor, 
I will plant bergamot 
At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things 
That were once so plain 
I will set a barrel 
Out to catch the rain, 
I will hang an iron pot 
on an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone 
That were brave and gay; 
For the sake of these things 
I will learn to say, 
"An it please you, gentle sirs," 
"Alack! and "Well-a-day!"
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