My candle burns as brightly as of yore.
“Your what?” the punster gaily asks.
Oh, please do not be such a bore,
I’m really not up to linguistic tasks.
There is no verse that I adore
enough to don one of those casques,
and do not carelessly abhor
The adulation in which Millay basks
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
My candle burns as brightly as of yore.
“Your what?” the punster gaily asks.
Oh, please do not be such a bore,
I’m really not up to linguistic tasks.
There is no verse that I adore
enough to don one of those casques,
and do not carelessly abhor
The adulation in which Millay basks
