When the Year Grows Old
When the Year Grows Old
“I cannot but remember When the year grows old— October—November— How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh….” —Edna St. Vincent Millay (When the Year Grows Old) 1917 #AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
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