Still must the poet as of old,In barren attic bleak....

“ Still must the poet as of old,In barren attic bleak and cold,Starve, freeze, and fashion verses toSuch things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being giveIn Beauty's name, while she may live,Beauty that may not die as longAs there are flowers and you and song. ”

Edna St. Vincent Millay

From : A Few Figs from Thistles