Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
The sonnet ends with a line made up of two balanced clauses, the repetition of ‘so’ creating emphasis. The pace is slow to match her heavy heart. Note that ‘stand stricken’ is almost a tongue-twister, difficult to say, with the long vowels in ‘so’ and ‘stand’, and hard consonants in ‘stricken. The hard, alliterative 'st’s have a hissing quality that expresses deep emotion, not least anger. 
 And so the poem concludes fittingly with no resolution; an example of Edna St Vincent Millay’s superb craftsmanship.
Time does not bring relief Sonnet II