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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.

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
Tired
Year
Dies
Years
World
Faded
Autumn
Leaves
Glad

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But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all,I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.
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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?
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Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
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I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
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Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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