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lady_of_shalott's Journal

Name:
Wake Up, Soldier
Steepletop
II.
Nothing could stand
All this rain.
The lilacs were drowned, browned before I had
even smelled them
Cool against my cheek, held down
A little by my hand.
Pain
Is seldom preventable, but is presentable
Even to strangers on a train--
But what the rain
Does to the lilacs--is something you must sigh
and try
To explain.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay

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