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A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

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
World
May
Rain
Wild
Firsts
Bird
Shining
Raindrop
Without
Air
Smell
Raindrops
Nothing
Spring
Everywhere
Floats
First
Shall
Lips
Wet
Must
Sure
Pass
Fabric
Trying
Song
Loving
Delicate
Much
Earth
Touch
Grass

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