She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine...
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.
"Witch-Wife," Edna St. Vincent Millay
[Damen Avenue below Division Street]
