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Sonnets III

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Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter              We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,              Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after              The launching of the colored moths of Love.              Love's proper myrtle and his mother's zone              We bound about our irreligious brows,              And fettered him with garlands of our own,              And spread a banquet in his frugal house.              Not yet the god has spoken; but I fear              Though we should break our bodies in his flame,              And pour our blood upon his altar, here              Henceforward is a grove without a name,              A pasture to the shaggy goats of Pan,              Whence flee forever a woman and a man.

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"Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter..."

Exploring the themes of classic, Edna St. Vincent Millay delivers a powerful performance in "Sonnets III"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

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