 The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Red for LibriVox.org by Brian Dirks I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die. Die upon the floor while lie and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning! It mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep, to save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Red for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemesh and Reno Nevada I had a little sorrow born of a little sin. I found the room all damp with gloom and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas for Pious planning, it mattered not a wit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep, to save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay, read for LibriVox.org by Eva Davis. I had a little sorrow born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas, for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep, to save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay, read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England. I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas, for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Josh Kibbey I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I, and little sin pray God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got in anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp and gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow, weep, said I. And little sin prayed God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep, my little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Michelle Fry, Baton Rouge, Louisiana in May 2019. I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow, weep, said I. And little sin prayed God to die, and I upon the floor will lie and think how bad I've been. Alas, for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep. My little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Paula Messina I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I. And little sin pray God to die. And I upon the floor will lie, and think how bad I've been. Alas, for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep. My little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair, to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. Why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Malay Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I. And little sin pray God to die. And I upon the floor will lie, and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep. My little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep, my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anchor, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my hair, to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for LibriVox.org by Tavaresh I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I. And little sin pray God to die. And I upon the floor will lie, and think how bad I've been. Alas for pious planning, it mattered not a whit. As far as gloom went in that room, the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep. My little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep, my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my head to please a passing lad. And, one thing there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Penitent by Edna St. Vincent Millay Read for Libervox.org by William Jones I had a little sorrow, born of a little sin. I found a room all damp with gloom, and shut us all within. And little sorrow weep, said I. And little sin pray God to die. And I upon the floor will lie, and think how bad I've been. Alas, for pious planning, it mattered not a wit. As far as gloom went in that room the lamp might have been lit. My little sorrow would not weep. My little sin would go to sleep. To save my soul I could not keep, my graceless mind on it. So up I got an anger, and took a book I had, and put a ribbon on my head to please a passing lad. And one thing there's no getting by. I've been a wicked girl, said I. But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.