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If he could know my songs are all for him,

At silver dawn or in the evening glow,

Would he not smile and think it but a whim,

If he could know?

Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,

As happy brooks that break their icy rim When April's horns along the hillsides blow?

I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,

The god is bitter and will have it so;

And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim If he could know.

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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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