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Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

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
Find
Take
Never
Repose
Love
Escape
Think
Complete
Thinking
Sorrow
Sure
Given

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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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The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.
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Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.
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Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
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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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