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1884–1933

Central Park at Dusk

Sara Teasdale

Buildings above the leafless trees Loom high as castles in a dream, While one by one the lamps come out To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud, A hush is over everything — Silent as women wait for love, The world is waiting for the spring.

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