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!