I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to
Clear as grey sea-weed in the
Of a sunny shallow sea.
But you I never understood,
Your spirit's secret hides like
Sunk in a Spanish
Ages ago in waters cold.
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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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