Bust a rhyme

Well, well, well...I only just found out April is National Poetry Month and so, in honor of that, I’m sharing one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets:

Sonnet II

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

*sigh*  Be still, my heart! 

In honor of NPM, why don’t you post a favorite poem on your blog, and link to it in the comments below?  Deal or no deal?