The Goose-Girl by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

Spring rides no horses down the hill, / But comes on foot, a goose-girl still.

And all the loveliest things there be / Come simply, so, it seems to me.

If ever I said, in grief or pride, / I tired of honest things, I lied;

And should be cursed forevermore / With Love in laces, like a whore, / And neighbours cold, and friends unsteady, / And Spring on horseback, like a lady!