The Harp-Weaver/Humoresque

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

For works with similar titles, see Humoresque.

HUMORESQUE

‘‘Heaven bless the babe!” they said.
“What queer books she must have read!”
(Love, by whom I was beguiled,
Grant I may not bear a child.)

“Little does she guess to-day
What the world may be!” they say.
(Snow, drift deep and cover
Till the spring my murdered lover.)