Edna St. Vincent Millay - Here is a wound that never will heal, I know lyrics

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know Being wrought not of a dearness and a d**h But of a love turned ashes and the breath Gone out of beauty; never again will grow The gra** on that scarred acre, though I sow Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath Its friendly weathers down, far underneath Shall be such bitterness of an old woe. That April should be shattered by a gust, That August should be leveled by a rain, I can endure, and that the lifted dust Of man should settle to the earth again; But that a dream can die, will be a thrust Between my ribs forever of hot pain.