Sonnet

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

OH, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

Was it my enemy or my friend I heard, "What a big book for such a little head!"? Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink,—

Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that I never again shall tell you what I think.

I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;

You will not catch me reading any more;

I shall be called a wife to pattern by;

And some day when you knock and push the door,

Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,

I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.