Sonnet XXX

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

Nor Slumber nor a roof against the rain;

Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink

And raise and sink and raise and sink again;

Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathe,

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

Yet many a man is making friends with death

Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.