Edna St. Vincent Millay,
The Harp-Weaver — Departure
(1923)
“ On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain. But dump or dock, where the path I take Brings up, it’s little enough I care; And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make, Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere. “Is something the matter, dear” she said, “That you sit at your work so silently?” ”
