Time does not bring relief
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountainside,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, —so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Wasting the Night
Composer(s): Scott Wheeler
Song(s): 1. Thursday 2. Recuerdo 3. I shall forget you 4. Time does not bring relief 5. The Betrothal
Voice Type: SopranoBuy via Classical Vocal Reprints