“Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?” HeartSinHeardCryMy HeartLateScreamRemorseOffspring Author:Pietro Metastasio
“Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.” PeopleHeartStillsPainMy HeartSorrowBeatsRainDawnScreamTwists Book:The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection Source: The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection