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“Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper All without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I love you.”

Quote by Sara Teasdale

Book:The Collected Poems
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The Collected Poems

This book encompasses a wide range of poetic works, showcasing the author's diverse styles and themes throughout their career. more

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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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