FOR MEDIUM OR HIGH VOICE AND PIANO
Text by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Dedicated to Judith Bettina
Premiere: February 24, 1987; Merkin Concert Hall, New York; Group for Contemporary Music; Judith Bettina, soprano; Tobias Picker, piano
Edna St. Vincent Millay “Time does not bring relief; you all have lied”
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
Text “Time does not bring relief; you all have lied.” © 1917, 1945 by Edna St. Vincent Millay. All rights reserved. Words used by permission.