I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
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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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