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| | From A Window (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928))
Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose...
continue reading | Gift, The (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933))
All that I have are gifts of your giving
If I give them again, you would find them old,
And your soul would weary of always living
Before the mirror my life would hold.
continue reading | Heart That Broke So Long, The (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886))
This heart that broke so long --
These feet that never flagged --
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead...
continue reading | I Have Been Through The Gates (by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928))
There is dust in the streets, and blood;
They are empty; darkness is over them;
His heart is a place with the lights gone out...
continue reading | I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart (by: Sir John Suckling (1609 - 1641))
But love is such a mystery,
I cannot find it out;
For when I think I'm best resolved,
I then am most in doubt...
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I Shall Not Care (by: Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933))
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Though you shall lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
continue reading | I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886))
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone -- and I -- too late --
Should reach the Heart that wanted me.
continue reading | I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886))
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone -- and I -- too late --
Should reach the Heart that wanted me --
continue reading | In Autumn (by: Alice Meynell (1847 - 1922))
I walk to love and life alone
Over these mournful places,
Across the summer overthrown,
The dead joys of these silent faces,
To claim my own...
continue reading | Knowing When Love Is Through (by: Michael Mack)
Once a flower has wilted, its fragrance disappears
Once a word is spoken, it will echo through the years.
Once a match has burned out, it will never flame anew
And one of the things of knowing love
Is knowing when it's through.
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