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Your mind and mine are such great lovers
Have freed themselves from cautious human clay,
And on wild clouds of thought, naked
They ride above us in extreme delight;
We see them, we look up with a lone
And watch them in their zone of crystal
That changes not for winter or the night.
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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