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I feel the Spring far off, far off, The faint far scent of bud and leaf- Oh how can Spring take heart to come To a world in grief, Deep grief? The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright- How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight? The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves- How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves? Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple -blooms 3will shed their breath- But what of all the lovers now Parted by death, Grey Death? Sara Teasdale |
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