Grissom's Song - AE Michels
(If I may be forgiven the sentiment…) Lay me to sleep In the sweet summer grass This my worn kingdom Of flesh and bone; Cry me no tears— All things will pass; The doorway is narrow, We all go alone. Virtues and vanities All set aside Well or ill-spent, My doing now...
Assault - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not so have ventured forth alone At dusk upon this unfrequented road. II I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk Between me and the crying of the frogs? Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass, That am a timid woman, on her way From one house to another!