Time Does Not Bring Relief by Edna St. Vincent Millay Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear To go,—so with his memory they brim. And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, “There is no memory of him here!” And so stand stricken, so remembering him. Support ($): https://www.momusnajmi.net/support Connect: Link Tree: https://www.linktr.ee/theworldofmomus Minds: https://www.minds.com/theworldofmomus Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/theworldofmomus #poems #poetryreading #sadpoetry ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRmcP3oV7qg