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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Departure
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   It`s little I care what path I take, 
   And where it leads it`s little I care; 
   But out of this house, lest my heart break, 
   I must go, and off somewhere. 
 
   It`s little I know what`s in my heart, 
   What`s in my mind it`s little I know, 
   But there`s that in me must up and start, 
   And it`s little I care where my feet go. 
 
   I wish I could walk for a day and a night, 
  And find me at dawn in a desolate place 
  With never the rut of a road in sight, 
  Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face. 
 
  I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, 
  And drop me, never to stir again, 
  On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, 
  And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain. 
 
  But dump or dock, where the path I take 
  Brings up, it`s little enough I care; 
  And it`s little I`d mind the fuss they`ll make, 
  Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere. 
 
   "Is something the matter, dear," she said,  
  "That you sit at your work so silently?"  
  "No, mother, no, `twas a knot in my thread.  
   There goes the kettle, I`ll make the tea."
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