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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.

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
Wall
Loved
Open
Heaven
Littles
Little
Thru
Gate
Gates

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A hush is over everything, Silent as women wait for love The world is waiting for the spring.
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