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The Tree Of Song

I sang my songs for the rest,

For you I am still;

The tree of my song is bare On its shining hill.

For you came like a lordly wind,

And the leaves were

Far as forgotten things Past the rim of the world.

The tree of my song stands bare Against the blue —I gave my songs to the rest,

Myself to you.

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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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