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night,?But we bring April with us, you and I;?We set the whole world on the trail of spring.?I think that every path we ever took?Has marked our footprints in mysterious fire,?Delicate gold that only fairies see.?When they wake up at dawn in hollow tree-trunks?And come out on the drowsy park, they look?Along the empty paths and say, "Oh, here?They went, and here, and here, and here! Come, see,?Here is their bench, take hands and let us dance?About it in a windy ring and make?A circle round it only they can cross?When they come back again!" . . . Look at the lake -- Do you remember how we watched the swans?That night in late October while they slept??Swans must have stately dreams, I think. But now?The lake bears only thin reflected lights?That shake a little. How I long to take?One from the cold black water -- new-made gold?To give you in your hand! And see, and see,?There is a star, deep in the lake, a star!?Oh, dimmer than a pearl -- if you stoop down?Your hand could almost reach it up to me. . . .
There was a new frail yellow moon to-night --?I wish you could have had it for a cup?With stars like dew to fill it to the brim. . . .
How cold it is! Even the lights are cold;?They have put shawls of fog around them, see!?What if the air should grow so dimly white?That we would lose our way along the paths?Made new by walls of moving mist receding?The more we follow. . . . What a silver night!?That was our bench the time you said to me?The long new poem -- but how different now,?How eerie with the curtain of the fog?Making it strange to all the friendly trees!?There is no wind, and yet great curving scrolls?Carve themselves, ever changing, in the mist.?Walk on a little, let me stand here watching?To see you, too, grown strange to me and far. . . .?I used to wonder how the park would be?If one night we could have it all alone --?No lovers with close arm-encircled waists?To whisper and break in upon our dreams.?And now we have it! Every wish comes true!?We are alone now in a fleecy world;?Even the stars have gone. We two alone!
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Rivers to the Sea
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Sara Teasdale (1884-1933):
Teasdale was born in St. Louis, Missouri, where she attended a school that was founded by the grandfather of another great poet from St. Louis -- T. S. Eliot. She later associated herself more with New York City. Her first book of poems was "Sonnets to Duse" (1907),?[at least one poem in the current volume, "Faults", is from this book,] but "Helen of Troy" (1911) was the true launch of her career, followed by "Rivers to the Sea" (1915), "Love Songs" (1917), "Flame and Shadow" (1920) and more. Her final volume, "Strange Victory", is considered by many to be predictive of her suicide in 1933.
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