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And as I played, a child came thro' the gate,
A boy who looked at me without a word,
As tho' he saw stretch far behind my head
Long lines of radiant angels, row on row.
That day we spoke a little, timidly,
And after that I never heard the voice
That sang so many songs for love of me.

— Sara Teasdale Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)

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Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

Rivers to the Sea (1915)

For tho' I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

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No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

I hope that when he smiles at me
He does not guess my joy and pain,
For if he did, he is too kind
To ever look my way again.

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I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so.

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