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A Cry by Sarah Teasdale
A November Night by Sarah Teasdale
A Prayer by Sarah Teasdale
A Winter Night by Sarah Teasdale
After Love by Sarah Teasdale
After Part ing by Sarah Teasdale
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Child, Child by Sarah Teasdale
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Doubt by Sarah Teasdale
Dusk in War Time by Sarah Teasdale
Ebb Tide by Sarah Teasdale
Embers by Sarah Teasdale
Enough by Sarah Teasdale
Faults by Sarah Teasdale
Four Winds by Sarah Teasdale
Gifts by Sarah Teasdale
Houses of Dreams by Sarah Teasdale
I Am Not Yours by Sarah Teasdale
I Shall Not Care by Sarah Teasdale
I Would Live in Your Love by Sarah Teasdale
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Jewls by Sarah Teasdale
Joy by Sarah Teasdale
Lights by Sarah Teasdale
Love Me by Sarah Teasdale
May Wind by Sarah Teasdale
Message by Sarah Teasdale
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New Love and Old by Sarah Teasdale
Night Song at Amalfi by Sarah Teasdale
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Other Men by Sarah Teasdale
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Pierrot by Sarah Teasdale
Riches by Sarah Teasdale
Song at Capri by Sarah Teasdale
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The Giver by Sarah Teasdale
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The Kiss by Sarah Teasdale
I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.
For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.
Twilight by Sarah Teasdale
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling. | 
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