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.