Witch-Wife
She is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun 'tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.
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"She is neither pink nor pale,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edna St. Vincent Millay delivers a powerful performance in "Witch-Wife"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...