Sara Teasdale

1884-1933 / Female / American
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A Ballad Of Two KnightsTwo knights rode forth at early dawn / A-seeking maids to wed, / Said one, “My lady must be fair,
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A BoyOut of the noise of tired people working, / Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, / His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
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A CryOh, there are eyes that he can see, / And hands to make his hands rejoice, / But to my lover I must be
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A FantasyHer voice is like clear water / That drips upon a stone / In forests far and silent
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After DeathNow while my lips are living / Their words must stay unsaid, / And will my soul remember
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After LoveThere is no magic any more, / We meet as other people do, / You work no miracle for me
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After PartingOh, I have sown my love so wide / That he will find it everywhere; / It will awake him in the night,
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AlchemyI lift my heart as spring lifts up / A yellow daisy to the rain; / My heart will be a lovely cup
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A Little WhileA little while when I am gone / My life will live in music after me, / As spun foam lifted and borne on
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A Little WhileA little while when I am gone / My life will live in music after me, / As spun foam lifted and borne on
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