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Alone in the
On a dark
With pines around
Spicy and still,
And a heaven full of
Over my
White and
And misty red;
Myriads with
Hearts of
The
Cannot vex or tire;
Up the dome of
Like a great hillI watch them
Stately and still.
And I know that
Am honored to
Of so much majesty.
Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933) was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and use
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I sought among the drifting leaves, The golden leaves that once were green, To see if Love were hiding there And peeping out between For thro' the silver showers of May And thro' the summer's heavy heat,
Since There Is No Escape
CE there is no escape, since at the My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed;
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I hid the love within my heart, And lit the laughter in my eyes, That when we meet he may not know My love that never dies But sometimes when he dreams at night Of fragrant forests green and dim,
Wisdom
When I have ceased to break my wings Against the faultiness of things, And learned that compromises wait Behind each hardly opened gate, When I have looked Life in the eyes, Grown calm and very coldly wise,