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Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale
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DEEP IN THE NIGHT

DEEP in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow's flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.




THE INDIA WHARF

HERE in the velvet stillness
The wide sown fields fall to the faint horizon,
Sleeping in starlight. . . .


A year ago we walked in the jangling city
Together . . . . forgetful.
One by one we crossed the avenues,
Rivers of light, roaring in tumult,
And came to the narrow, knotted streets.
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