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1884–1933

DEEP IN THE NIGHT

Sara Teasdale

DEEP in the night the cry of a swallow, Under the stars he flew, Keen as pain was his call to follow Over the world to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever Lost as the swallow's flight, Seeking for you and never, never Stilled by the stars at night.

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