Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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He went as fast as I could run;
I wonder how he crossed the sky? I'm sure he hasn't legs and feet Or any wings to fly. Yet here he is above their roof; Perhaps he thinks it isn't right For me to go so far alone, Tho' mother said I might. On the Tower Under the leaf of many a Fable lies the Truth for those who look for it. Jami. |
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