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In The Train

Fields beneath a quilt of snow From which the rocks and stubble sleep,

And in the west a shy white star That shivers as it wakes from deep.

The restless rumble of the train,

The drowsy people in the car,

Steel blue twilight in the world,

And in my heart a timid star.

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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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