Edna St. Vincent Millay,
The Harp-Weaver — The white bark writhed
(1923)
“ Then, softly stepping forth from her desire, (Being mindful of like passion hurled in vain Upon a similar task, in other days) She thrust her breath against the stubborn coal, Bringing to bear upon its hilt the whole Of her still body . . . there sprang a little blaze . . . ”
