Rosemary by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

For the sake of some things / That be now no more

I will strew rushes / On my chamber-floor,

I will plant bergamot / At my kitchen-door.

For the sake of dim things / That were once so plain

I will set a barrel / Out to catch the rain,

I will hang an iron po t / On an iron crane.

Many things be dead and gone / That were brave and gay;

For the sake of these things / I will learn to say,

"An it please you, gentle sirs,"

/ "Alack! " and "Well-a-day! "