To S. M
Read 'To S. M' by 'Edna St. Vincent Millay' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
If he should lie a-dying
I AM not willing you should go
Into the earth, where Helen went;
She is awake by now, I know.
Where Cleopatra's anklets rust
You will not lie with my consent;
And Sappho is a roving dust;
Cressid could love again; Dido,
Rotted in state, is restless still;
You leave me much against my will.
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