Edna St. Vincent Millay — The Merry Maid

Oh, I am grown so free from care        &nbsp Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air,        &nbsp I laugh at simple folk! There's little kind and little fair        &nbsp Is worth its weight in smoke To me, that's grown so free from care        &nbsp Since my heart broke! Lass, if to sleep you would repair        &nbsp As peaceful as you woke, Best not besiege your lover there        &nbsp For just the words he spoke To me, that's grown so free from care        &nbsp Since my heart broke!