Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest, But not to me. Hidden Love I hid the love within my heart, And lit the laughter in my eyes, That when we meet he may not know My love that never dies. But sometimes when he dreams at night Of fragrant forests green and dim, It may be that my love crept out And brought the dream to him. And sometimes when his heart is sick And suddenly grows well again, It may be that my love was there To free his life of pain. Snow Song |
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