We were very tired, we were very merry, we had gone back and forth, all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable. But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, we lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; and the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry, we had gone back and forth, all night on the ferry; and you ate an apple, and I ate a pear, from a dozen of each we had bought somewhere; and the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, and the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry, we had gone back and forth, all night on the ferry. We hailed „Good morrow, mother!“ to a shawl-covered head, and bought a morning paper, which neither of us read; and she wept, „God bless you!“ for the apples and pears, and we gave her all our money, but our subway fares.
„Recuerdo“, A Few Figs from Thistles (1920), Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950
GAGA NIELSEN 