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“My heart is a garden tired with autumn, Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark, In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April, The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark; Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning, And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain - The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten - After the stillness, will spring come again?”

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Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale was an American poet known for her lyrical poetry. Her works are characterized by their concise and emotive language, which has won her a wide readership. Born on August 8, 1884, she passed away on January 29, 1933. more

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