Edna St. Vincent Millay - The Merry Maid lyrics

Oh, I am grown so free from care   Since my heart broke! I set my throat against the air,   I laugh at simple folk! There's little kind and little fair   Is worth its weight in smoke To me, that's grown so free from care   Since my heart broke! La**, if to sleep you would repair   As peaceful as you woke, Best not besiege your lover there   For just the words he spoke To me, that's grown so free from care   Since my heart broke!