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Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Sara Teasdale

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Sara Teasdale
Age: 48 †
Born: 1884
Born: August 8
Died: 1933
Died: January 29
Poet
Writer
St. Louis
Missouri
Sara Teasdale Filsinger
Sara Trevor Teasdale
Frail
Flying
Pass
Caught
Years
Life
Moth
Moths

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O lovely chance, what can I doTo give my gratefulness to you?You rise between myself and meWith a wise persistencyI would have broken body and soul,But by your grace, still I am whole.
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The leaves fall patiently Nothing remembers or grieves The river takes to the sea The yellow drift of leaves.
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