Edna St. Vincent Millay - Love me no more, now let the god depart (Sonnet XXXIX) lyrics

Love me no more, now let the god depart, If love be grown so bitter to your tongue! Here is my hand; I bid you from my heart Fare well, fare very well, be always young. As for myself, mine was a deeper drouth: I drank and thirsted still; but I surmise My kisses now are sand against your mouth, Teeth in your palm and pennies on your eyes. Speak but one cruel word, to shame my tears; Go, but in going, stiffen up my back To meet the yelping of the mustering years — Dim, trotting shapes that seldom will attack Two with a light who match their steps and sing: To one alone and lost, another thing.