Sonnets II
Into the golden vessel of great song Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast Let other lovers lie, in love and rest; Not we,--articulate, so, but with the tongue Of all the world: the churning blood, the long Shuddering quiet, the desperate hot palms pressed Sharply together upon the escaping guest, The common soul, unguarded, and grown strong. Longing alone is singer to the lute; Let still on nettles in the open sigh The minstrel, that in slumber is as mute As any man, and love be far and high, That else forsakes the topmost branch, a fruit Found on the ground by every passer-by.
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"Into the golden vessel of great song..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edna St. Vincent Millay delivers a powerful performance in "Sonnets II"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...