Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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Young Love I I cannot heed the words they say, The lights grow far away and dim, Amid the laughing men and maids My eyes unbidden seek for him. I hope that when he smiles at me He does not guess my joy and pain, For if he did, he is too kind To ever look my way again. II I have a secret in my heart No ears have ever heard, And still it sings there day by day Most like a caged bird. And when it beats against the bars, I do not set it free, For I am happier to know It only sings for me. |
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