Ashes Of Life

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; 
    Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here! 
  But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! 
    Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!  
  Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do; 
    This or that or what you will is all the same to me;  
  But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, —  
    There's little use in anything as far as I can see.  
  Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow, 
    And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —  
  And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow 
    There's this little street and this little house.